Author's note: My first star wars story! Yah! It's Chapter 1.
Jedi01
The Lone Fighter
A lone x-wing hovered somewhere in space. Its wings were caked with charcoal and scratches probably caused by small meteorites were present. Near the cockpit, was a melted spot that was definitely caused by a laser. The fighter flew cautiously as if expecting enemies to fly out of no where.
"I barely know how to fly this craft. How am I going to get to any Rebel bases?"
This was Brotos, son of a very loyal Rebel engineer. He had flown from a hidden mine in the planet of Gangisa. The mine had been attacked previously by some of the Empire's men. His father made him fly out of the mine with the only craft. His father…was dead.
BEEP BEEP
"Tie Fighters! One, two, thre-TWELVE! I can't even take one!"
The group of tie fighters sped toward the lone craft, each one aiming at the craft.
"Darn it! Here she goes!"
ZAP ZAP
The lasers fired from the x-wing hit one of the ties. The tie spun awkwardly because it had lost a wing. It flew right into two others destroying all three crafts. The nine remaining ties chased the x-wing as it swerved away from the lasers from the ties. The x-wing maneuvered a couple of tricks causing lasers not to hit it. Left, up, down, right, and all ways possible was done to get away from lasers being fired upon it. Brotos, sweating, clutched the control stick for dear life. He was lucky to be alive right now. No one without any proper training would have dodged that many shots.
Suddenly, a tie fighter came right in front of the x-wing.
"No! I'm doomed!"
Brotos covered his eyes as he waited for the shot that would have ended his life. It never came. He slowly lowered his arms and saw a y-wing and 5 x-wings. The crafts easily cleared the area of tie fighters.
Transceiver: crackle bzipp
"This is Dominic of x-wing number 117 from Rebel base Distrek. State your craft number and your name."
"I'm Brotos, son of Utria. I've come form the mines of Gangisa. My craft number is 01."
