"Concentration, focus, long-term thinking—those are the qualities that separate a warrior from a mere flailing fighter."-Grand Admiral Thrawn

Fresia

Things were about to get a lot more difficult or fun, depending on the point of view.

The Ghost continued to float through the cold vacuum of space. All around her, there were Star Destroyers wandering aimlessly as the Empire secured the planet below. Trying to escape would potentially be suicide. This is our only chance, Hera thought.

A good ten minutes passed of nothing but waiting. Finally, she made up her mind. They have no choice but to make a run for it as soon as possible. "Chop, turn the power back on and reroute it to the engines and rear shields."

This made her ship visible to the Imperials, however. It was quite obvious that their response to her sudden appearance would arrive soon enough. Perhaps as an endless volley of turbolaser fire that she'll have to dodge, or hundreds of TIE Fighters. Maybe even just moving in at full speed and hoping to snag her in the tractor beam.

"Fighters incoming!" Rex spotted the Imperial response with his genetically enhanced eyesight. "Lots of them."

"Karabast!" Zeb's classic expletive was put to good use. His smelly purple self was still in one of the bubble turrets, waiting for targets to shoot at. It was quite fun, really.

Pew. Pew. Pew. Pew. The fighters attempted to fire volleys of laser fire at the Ghost, which turned out to be quite ineffective. Most shots missed, and those that did hit were absorbed by the overcharged rear shielding. But Hera knew that the shielding doesn't hold forever.

"We should be in hyperspace by now!" Rex yelled into the internal comms. He was right, the escapes on dangerous recon missions were usually much faster than this. Right now, the Ghost is anything but a ghost.

Hera already had the calculations inputted before she fully powered up. It had to be something with the hyperdrive. "Chopper! Go see what's wrong with the hyperdrive."

Chopper grumbled, swearing in binary as flapped his manipulator arms about. Then he rattled away, grumbling on as he crept towards the hyperdrive chamber.

His photoreceptors and sensors systematically scanned the seemingly faulty device, all the while the cantankerous scrap heap repeatedly stated various curses in droidspeak.

There it is.

The droid extended his manipulator arm and got to work, mending the wound in the heart of the Ghost.

Meanwhile, Hera was forced to use more creative tactics to deal with the massive TIE swarm chasing her vessel.

Even a hundred TIEs wouldn't be too much of a problem. They have horrible aim, weak attacks, and tend to cluster in tight formations.

Wait a second… That's it!

That was her exit ticket.

"Hang on!" Hera pulled the Ghost into a barrel roll, using the strength of her hull to crush several of the TIE Fighters chasing her. Several more were torn apart by the debris, and the rest had to readjust their trajectories.

A bunch of warbles from Chopper gave her the ok to go. Her gloved hand slowly pushed the level forward, sending the ship into the transition between realspace and hyperspace.

Deep black became pale blue, and the endless TIE Fighters became an empty void...

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