"Any republic starfighter forces! We are under attack by large numbers of Separatist fighters!"
"This is Wing 214 lead, what is your position?" Jymn responded over the radio, not knowing if they could arrive in time.
"This is Commander Thire we are located in the southern part of the works." The works, Jymn knew, were a large decaying manufacturing area that was primarily flat with few tall buildings, it was the worst place on Coruscant to come under an air attack from.
"Rodger that, hold on, we can be there in less then two minutes" Jymn responded to Commander Thire. "Lets go 214"
Two thousand droid fighters were swarmed over Thire's division of shock troops, and because their extremely limited processing capacity they were all unaware that a shit-load of pissed off clone fighters heading their way.
"Keep your cool, don't try to hit them when we plow though" Jymn advised on the radio then said, "Four hundred of us and two thousand of them? Piss poor odds for the tinnies. Fire at will." Jymn fired his laser cannons indiscriminately while at long range and his targeting computer reported six kills. Then Jymn got in closer and hit two fighters before executing a snap-roll to evade a droid fighter bearing down on him and then hitting four more droid fighters. Jymn looked at his display and saw that he had 378 V-19's left, but only 21 ARC-170 fighters, while the enemy still had a bit over eleven thousand fighters. Jymn kept up his furious attack on three more droid fighters while noting that for every one fighter Wing 214 lost, the droids lost fifty.
While pulling a tight turn to get behind a tri-droid Jymn saw a vulture droid begin a staffing run. Jymn knew that most other pilot's would chose one target or the other, but Jymn chose both. He got the inside turn on the tri-droid and fired a burst. He couldn't even see if it was destroyed because he had already followed through with the turn and was now behind the vulture droid. To Jymn, time slowed to a crawl, he looked ahead of the droid and saw its target, an open transport laden with munitions. Jymn knew that if he missed the droid that he would hit the transport, causing many friendly fire deaths. He also knew that if he didn't shoot down the fighter it would destroy the transport. Jymn lined up his sights a tiny bit in front of the droid and pulled the trigger. Jymn watched in slow motion as the bolts flew perfectly right into the droids brain and it spiraled out of control hitting a unused power conduit. All of a sudden the battle went back to full speed and Jymn pulled up and fired his cannons into a tri-droid on the tail of one of his fighters.
Soon the battle was over and Thire thanked Jymn and 214. Jymn looked at his display showing battle statistics. As wing leader he could access the stats of all the fighters. When he saw them he couldn't stop from smiling. Two thousand one hundred and thirty five droid fighters had been destroyed, but at the cost of twenty nine fighters. Jymn led the wing's kills with eighteen kills and no clone pilot had less than three kills, most having seven. "Good work guys. Next stop, the senate" Jymn said and programmed his fighter's autopilot to head to the Senate building. On the way there Jymn watched as half of a Separatist destroyer trailed smoke as it tore through the sky, finally landing in a large area.
