"Are we in position?"

There was a silence that seemed to engulf the bridge at the asking of the question. Ensign Conrad looked at the commander, as well as the dark figure next who was next to the commander, very hesitant to respond. He had never met Batman before, and he was somewhat intimidated by him.

He admired the commander greatly however. How many other people could say they served under the greatest pilot of their age, as well as serving under the one that is prophesized to one day save them all?

"Well?"

He looked down, thinking of the consequences of questioning the commander. He may possess skills uncommonly powerful, but how can he expect a common man to follow him to a potential death. He took a deep breath, and quickly put his head up again and said, "Commander, our ship is ready to engage, but how do we know if it is a trap?"

"It is definitely a trap," the dark night spoke up, "Why else would they have let me trace them?"

Conrad turned to Batman and then back to the Commander, "They let you trace them?"

"They knew I was there the entire time. The least I could do was entertain them."

Conrad gave a confused look, and turned back to the commander. "Awaiting orders sir."

The Commander met eyes with Batman and then turned to Conrad.

"It is a trap. Let's play along, play by their rules for awhile."

"How do we fight them if they know we are coming?" Conrad thought as he issued the orders.

"Easily, Mr. Conrad,' the commander responded, which surprised Conrad. "We break the rules..."

"Rogue nine, I need cover!'

Corran Horn dove between the Interdictor and the TIE Fighter squadron deploying from its docking bay. He took a hit to the upper right s-foil on his X-Wing fighter, but was still able to fly.

"I am on my way Rogue leader. Can I get a trajectory?"

James Landreneau was an accomplished pilot and had always known that joining the famous Rogue Squadron would be dangerous. For his first combat engagement, however, he couldn't help but realize nothing covered in the training simulations could prepare him for this.

"Uhh, meet me at coordinates three-eight-six, mark three-eight-two-seven."

"Copy that, but next time try to sound more sure of it, for my blood pressure's sake."
He threw his ship into a tight bank and saw an X-Wing flying toward the Minnesota trying to shake a TIE.

"Rogue nine, fox twelve!"

At the warning statement, he launched his proton torpedo toward the enemy fighter, rolling away as the missile cleared his ship. The TIE tried to shake it, but the torpedo weaved and maneuvered until it suddenly accelerated and struck the fighter, creating a brilliant ball of fire and dust.

"There you go, Rogue leader, all clear, for the moment."

"Copy that. Thanks Landrendau, you saved my ass back there."

"Sure thing commander, don't get used to it though. It's taking all I have to keep my own ass from being obliterated."

"You just shake them like I taught you. You'll be fine."

James ducked his ship under the next shot of floating debris and torpedoed another TIE. Perhaps his training was helping after all...

ACCESSING

PATHWAY FOUND

WELCOME TO THE BETAZED LIEUTENANT MATTHEWS, JOHNATHAN AND ADMRIAL PICARD, JEAN-LUC

CREATING NEW ACCOUNT FOR ADMRIAL PICARD, JEAN-LUC

John began the preflight countdown as the station around him shuddered. Picard was situated above him in a gun turret and was preparing for a battle.

"Lieutenant, the sensors read a Interdictor cruiser at coordinates two-zero-six mark three-five. We should take out the gravity wells to allow any ships making a run for it to leave."

"Yes, sir. I'll take her in nice and quick, enough for you to launch your concussion missiles at the port gravity well."

"Yes, I understand. Take off"

The Betazed creaked as her repulsorlifts raised the ship off the surface of the docking bay. She accelerated until she broke free of the magnetic field of the bay and rocketed toward the Interdictor.

"Sir," John shouted over the roar of the battle, "We have three fighters on our six."

"I see them. Keep us flying toward the interdictor. That is our priority."

The battle suddenly became more complex. Off in the distance, John could see the Minnesota adrift. Corran Horn of Rogue Squadron gave a hail to the Betazed.

"Sika, I know you are not here to fight, but we are getting our asses kicked here."

"This is Leautenant Johnathan Matheews of the Betazed Awaiting orders"

"Matheews? Where is Sika"

"Horn," Picard suddenly spoke up, "We need a plan of attack. Concentrate your fire on the fighters approaching on the port side of the interdictor."

"Yes, admiral."

Horn was obviously caught off guard by the Admiral, who now seemed to be giving the orders.

Suddenly, the Comm system began to crackle with the chatter from the battlefield.

".....Betazed thi.....disengage....ca.....Minnesot....ments

led by.....ge's orders."

"This is the Alliance ship Betazed. Please repeat your transmission, over."

The interference began to clear up as the Betazed dipped under the Interdictor and pulled into a path back toward the station.

"...is the USS-Corellia, NCC-102015 calling all Alliance ships to move away from the Interdictor."

"The Corellia?" Picard and Ben said at once.

Suddenly, a large ship emerged from hyperspace and loomed over the entire battle. Cheers erupted from all over the communication network as the largest ship in known history began to engage the forces of the Empire

"General Horn, this is Commander George of the fighter group Hide on station. Looks like you needed a hand Corran."

"Jim," Corran sighed, "I have never been so glad to hear your voice. Please tell me you brought some help from the fleet here."

"I'll do you one better. I brought the Corellia with me."

The battle suddenly turned in favor of the good guys. The Corellia launched its fighter squadrons and took a battle position over the station.
"Rogue Leader, you have two on your six."

Before he could look to see if he would live long enough to view his attackers, a black ship roared over his and destroyed the TIEs.

"This is the Batwing, on station. Let's destroy these bastards."

And then the battle was over. The massive Corellia sliced through the Imperial blockade like an angry knife through butter. The ship, twice as big as the second Death Star, loomed over the station and the entire battle, and its countless turbolasers and beam cannons made short work of the fighters and Star Destroyers.

A large group of X-Wings bearing the symbol of the famous Hide squadron began to clean off the remainder of the TIEs and flanked Rogue Squadron. Corran looked over to see Commander George looking back at him.

"How about that for a rescue, Master Horn?"

Admiral Galvan stepped back from the viewscreen, now sweating profusely. The cloaked figure above him stood silent for a moment, and then turned to leave the bridge.

"Do not fear, Admiral. I have no intention of killing you yet. The Corellia's appearance was not a surprise to me, but the short work they made on your battle group was. Still, they suffered the greatest, and now pave the way for more able individuals to lead."

Galvan sighed with relief and began to issue orders to regroup the fleet. He turned and said, "Thank you, Lord Calrissian. You are most forgiving."

"Please, Admiral, it is not mercy. I shall kill you for this soon enough. Your skills are still too valuable to terminate yet."
Galvan went white as a cackle of laughter echoed through the room.