A lifetime ago…

"Unidentified squadron you are advised to pull back now." The voice had come over the speakers of his cockpit of the Z-95 headhunter. Workhorse of the outer rim, and single starship that most mortal men could afford. The ship was unique. It had 2 blaster cannons with slightly uprated outputs, and 4 concussion missiles slung under the fuselage. It was unique because it was the single ship in the group that was the newest and most factory fresh.

The rest of the squadron was a conglomeration of parts held together with wishes and miracles. On the left of his wing there was a classic Y-TIE with the engines off of a Y-wing replacing the solar panels and the cockpit of a TIE fighter, his name was Tern, a Duros pilot. To the right was a Toscan fighter. The archaic piece of work only retained the bottom two wings so its laser cannon compliment was halved. The pilot was a Quarren by the name of Gthtark. Both of these men were his wingmates, Viper 5 and 6 respectively. Corvin was Viper 4. The speakers crackled once again.

"Star Destroyer Ettain's Pride I am so sorry to say that your signal is breaking up." They heard Viper leader call over the comm.

"Once again I advise that you pull back or your vessels will be fired upon." The comm officer of the star destroyer called to them once again.

"Is that a fact? Well my boys don't enjoy being shot at any more than you do. So I tell you what. You pull back now and leave that freighter alone and we won't be forced to destroy you."

There was a chuckle on the comm officer's side. "Oh really? A ragtag bunch of inbred starfighter pilots things that they can destroy a Imperial class Star Destroyer?"

"I'm sorry did I say destroy, I meant disable." There was a click on the speakers of his cockpit. "That's enough of that chatter. Squad form up. Viper 4 take your wing and keep them from launching any starfighters. Me and my wing are going for the left shield generator, Viper 7 take your wing and take out the right, and Viper 10, you guys have the engines."

There were a series of affirmatives that clicked over the channel and Corvin set his channel for his wing. "Alright gents you know the drill strafing run on the docking bay. Hit 'em low and from behind. Do not go north of the border." Corvin heard the affirmative clicks over the channel and throttled up the engines. With a quick barrel roll he changed direction cutting under the ion wake of the star destroyer.

They were still a couple kilometers out and he throttled back watching as his wingmates followed suit. Below and behind the star destroyer was always one of the blind spots of its sensors. The wake of the ionized particles created a long tail on all but the most efficient of spacecraft. They watched as the two wings aiming for the shield generators took position. The forward laser cannons attempted to take pockshots over and behind the immense vehicle but their aiming was severely reduced at this point. The 6 ships clustered together in a pair of Vs and Corvin throttled up pouring into the engines. He felt his head get pushed back slightly and he watched above his bubble canopy. 3 Proton torpedoes streaked forth from the squad leader's flight and 2 concussion missiles went for the right generator.

Timed with enough skill and precision the warheads all met their targets at the same moment and the pair of spheres that protected the star destroyer from certain doom were both engulfed in a silent eruption of flame. At once the silvery surface of the powerful SD winked out of existence. Corvin gripped at his control stick and thumbed over to lasers. Just as they crossed over the aft of the ship two of the ion engines exploded in miniature nuclear explosions. Snapping up and over the bulging reactor core on the belly of the SD Corvin locked onto TIEs that were still in their docking claws. The brutal red energy lanced out from his cannons piercing cockpits and severing wings with the assistance of his two wingmates.

The TIE fighters waiting to launch were turned into mere scrap iron but Corvin looked in horror over to the Duros' Y-TIE. "Viper 5 pull up!" He was going in too hot and was too close to the hanger bay as one of the solar panels spun free and collided with his cockpit. While the impact didn't destroy the ship it knocked him enough off course that he turned into a living missile impacting inside of the hanger bay in a silent fireball.

Corvin clenched his stick and thrust it down pitching the nose down as the emerald lances of energy sought to destroy him from the equator of the Star Destroyer. He spun his fighter and watched as the guns were slowly being disabled but not fast enough. The retros were kicked over and it brought the nose back around aimed straight at the soft underbelly of the Destroyer. He knew what he was looking for. He centered his crosshairs on the round hemisphere on the base of the destroyer. The sensor came in red. "Viper 6 aim at the exposed portion of the reactor core. I need a hole. Sustained fire."

"Yrshtak" Quarren for "rodger".

The pairs of their cannons both spewed energy into the exposed ball and he held his aim dead steady. Letting the plasma work its way through the hulls of the white metal with the assistance of his remaining wingmate's firepower. He waited until the wedge filled his entire view and he loosed his first concussion missile without even waiting for a chime. The red seeming oversized blaster bolt lept from beneath his nose followed a few hairs of a second later. He pitched his nose down again and looked up. The first missile impacting on the surface and ripping loose a force that exposed girders and the sensitive equipment underneath. The other missile bored straight through the housing and exploded inside of the reactor chamber. The ensuing catastrophic explosion ripped completely through the upper deck and made the rear portion of the Star Destroyer pitch backwards, bending the craft in half.

-Entry 34, Date 03/05/30 AE, Imperial Research Facility Zibringa-

Interrogator Jorn: Wait you mean to tell me that you single handedly were responsible for the destruction of the Imperial Class Star Destroyer Ettain's Pride?
Corvin Yent: Not single handedly. There were 12 other starfighters.
Interrogator Jorn: But your ragtag squadron defeated an entire destroyer?
Corvin: Yes that is what I said.
Interrogator Jorn: That's impossible.
Corvin: Obviously not since I seemed to have done it. It's not that hard.
Interrogator Jorn: Oh? Explain?
Corvin: Well Viper leader used to say that breaking any ship just takes knowledge. If you hit the right areas you can cripple or even destroy another ship. Its like Yrarth'Thee Martial Arts.
Interrogator Jorn: I'm not familiar.
Corvin: Well see if you know the nerve structure of your subject then you can knock them out as simply as squeezing a certain part of their body see?
Sound of a body collapsing, assumed to be the Interrogator
Corvin: Oops.