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Open Your Wings (Flight Sim, Pilots welcome)

Finally having all the specs of the new TIE Flashpoints uploaded to the flight simulators was something Jared was waiting for. The new Sienar fighters were finally delivered, and more were being prepared for the Imperial Knights. A TIE that was based on modularity was something new, but it was going to be piloted by the Force sensitive Imperial Knights. That was going to make it even more deadly. The ships weren’t going to change, but the loadouts would, in order to match what the Knights were needing them for.

Leaning back in the familiar seat of the TIE simulator, Jared was pulling the craft through some maneuvers, getting a feel for it, and for the simulator. He had made it known that the squadrons were going to need to get as much sim time as they could before the next engagements. Checking the heads up display, he nodded.

Seemed someone was finally taking the time to get into the ship. And while he had warmed up against some Sith fighters, starting in a 1 on 1, to a 2 on 1, up to a 4 on 1 simulation, he still knew it wasn’t a substitute for an actual living pilot. The HUD peaked up with another fighter entering the area and he nodded. Making sure his weapons were powered back up he pulled the Flashpoint through another roll and pulled up the other fighter on the targeting computer.

Who was he dealing with today?

@[member="Ashtara Starweaver"]
 
Part of the benefit of being a Force User, and a Pilot, was the ability to connect with the minds of your fellow wingmates. It made the unit function faster and stronger, in areas of combat and tactics, than the average fighter. That was what Ash believed could happen anyway. As it was, the idea was mostly theoretical, but Ashtara was willing to put the hammer to the nail and prove the truth that such a notion could, and would, work.

Sliding easily into the tight confines of the simulator ball shaped cockpit, Ash flicked up the switches to activate the machine, rows of data flashing quickly across the loading screen in basic, and everything chirped to life. Punching another button, the display screens came to life and Ash entered the codes for the same simulation as the other pilot, @[member="Jared Starchaser"].

A realistic tunnel of hyperspace dropped around her, lurching Ash forward and finishing by dropping her into the inky void of space, the stars around returning to normal dots of light.

She used the asteroids as a brief means of cover to overall try and get a quick feel for the fighter. In essence, the FP was similar to that of the average TIE, but there were some notable differences in function which she'd have to acquaint herself with.

Feeling nervous from the novelty of it all, Ash forced herself to relax and moved forward with unsure hands, pulling the stick and throttling up the engines, sending the fighter into a vertical climb.

The FP swept with relative grace through the fields, all the while her sensory rays searching and feeling out, until minutes later a red blip of Jared’s fighter moved into her viewport, and if all functions were working right... it said he had a lock on her.

Since this particular dogfight was taking place in the middle of literally nowhere, Ash kicked the throttle and thrust herself downward, pulling back hard to stop her dive and smoothed herself out to flat line under the opposing ship, nearly scratching it's belly and proceeding to roll out to the left into offensive position, quick, and ready for action.

Now it was a competition. Who, could shoot who, first.
 
Jared had seen first hand how the world worked for Force sensitive pilots and commandos. Everyone benefited, even those that were not touching the Force. The Jedi, or Dark Jedi, or Imperial Knights would be able to feel what was going on with their non-Force sensitive comrades and were able to help every way they could. That was how it all worked, or at least how he saw. No one was huge into Battle Meditation in his past, but the Force meld was close enough.

Sort of.

Having been warming up in the Flashpoint now for a few days, and especially today, having gotten the controls and all cobwebs with his reaction time and the fighter’s away, he was ready for anything. When that new fighter came in, he couldn’t help but smile.

For beginners, and to challenege himself, Jared preferred to run the TIE Flashpoint without any extra weapons. Sure, his TIE back aboard the Dawn Treader was equipped with ion cannons, but he was in the Fel right now, when he had targets, it was time to take them down.

As the other pilot made a dive and pulled themselves up and under his ship, he couldn’t help but spin his head. Frak, crazy pilot. A grin crossed his features. This was going to be fun. Watching the blip on his radar he spun his fighter and pulled himself into a lateral loop to his right, hoping to match her, and opened fire with the six lasers on the fighter, single shot each time, peppering the right side of the ship, at least cutting off that direction as a place to travel for @[member="Ashtara Starweaver"].
 
They were playing a game of chicken, and Ash blinked first.

The other blip looped right, releasing a volley of shots that poured over that side of the exposed ship. The viewport darkened to keep from the blinding onslaught of single shot lasers. Bah. Frakking hell! With a flick on the thrusts, and a tug on the controls, her own ship whipped out of fire and shifted to face the opposing fighter, mostly blinded, and solely relying on instrument alone - which was an intimidating thought to dwell on. "Purr for me, sweetie." she whispered softly to the humming ship, mostly to keep her nerves from fraying.

It went without saying, that every pilot who entered into battle had a death wish. Living to fight another day, was the real trick of it all.

The control under touch had that right fit in her palm, and her fingers tightened on the trigger. Ash was taking her position, now with @[member="Jared Starchaser"]'s TIE filling her viewport.

Ash got a brief sense of nostalgia. Everything it stood for, was apart of who she was, and part of what her parents had fought hard to instill within their daughter. Pride swelled up inside herself, but she knew that pride wasn’t going to get her a winning score.

She wanted to shoot him down.

There wasn’t a lot of telling on how seasoned the pilot was across from her, but he had some skill. She would need to be able to match him until she could absorb more about the opposition.

She readied the blaster cannon for fire and leveled out. The blip blinked back on, and the targeting computer said she had a lock. Giving a definite squeeze, Ash released a fire of beams head-on.
 
There was one thing that Jared wasn’t going to do, and that was blink. He had been raised in starfighters and around them too long to push himself against someone else. He knew how to handle them out of some of the worst spins and issues very quickly. It wasn’t that he didn’t approach a starfighter engagement as a life or death situation, it was just that he knew when to fold and when he could still play.

Any day was a good day to die, as long as you made it so. And Jared never had plans to die early. Or really, at all.

The whole of the request for the TIE Flashpoint was to give the Imperial Knights something unique, something that could match anything in battle. But more than that, it was to give the Fel Imperium a ship that screamed to its roots. Roots from the Empire and from Thrawn. Something that would scream Clawcraft and TIE fighter and send people to the way side. Let people know they were serious, and there was a galaxy out there that was their destiny.

“Frak!” Was all that came out of Jared when it pulled him from his reverie. Rolling his ship laterally to port, he forced the ship harder than the rest of the fighters in the Fel Imperium could take, and still only managed to get away from part of the laser blast. His viewport lit up green as the lasers splayed across his forward shields. Son of a Sith. He pushed the throttle to full to give himself some space before diving down and pulling himself into a full loop to end up under the enemy ship.

Retargeting, and firing a burst of four shots at the belly of the other ship, he prepared to roll once more, just to not crash right into the other Flashpoint.

@[member="Ashtara Starweaver"]
 
And green plasma flew forth from his own TIE fighter as Davin made his descent into an unpredictable hell. His crimson fighter snapped past the pair of fighters already flying in the vastness of space. The piloting yolk in his blue hands was snapped to the left, pivoting his fighter to drop down to the left of the dogfighting fighters.

This was the Grand Admiral's very first time in the actual simulator, not those lessons and other tests he'd done. This was as close to the real deal as he could get, and he wasn't that bad. He had the firing part down, but maneuvering always got to him in the wrong way. Turning and shooting at the same time was hard as feth, he was used to flying the big kilometer long capital ships, not these little fighters.

Whatever. He'd master this someday.
 
It had appeared to be a sure kill, but Ash should have known better than to be deceived by appearances.

The first volley of fire overshot its mark. Ashtara was disappointed, but that was also why she’d shot twice to begin with. Her second round exploded in rays of blinding light, showering over @[member="Jared Starchaser"]'s TIE like a blustering storm. When all the light dissipated, and the other TIE remained functioning, Ash felt like screaming in frustration.

She tried to follow his quick roll away from fire, and shot to full in a speed chase, trying to acquire another lock. A perfect line up like that, was unlikely to happen again, but that didn’t mean she had to suffer the embarrassment of it.

Trying to get close, Ash shot when she could. Jared’s maneuvers were quick, and she couldn’t follow. Heat sprayed the belly of her TIE, and Ash shoved the throttle forward until she was in what looked like an out-of-control (yet very much controlled) tailspin, straightened out herself, and pulled the stick until she was smooth sailing and chasing after the now (set) of pilots.

@[member="Davin"]
 
There was something to flying in the sims. Jared knew it was because his danger sense wasn’t kicking in, and that was something his father always told him to rely on. The way the Force screamed when there was something to worry about. Something really big to worry about. In a Simulator, it didn’t help. It was taking everything for what it was, and doing your best to remember that this game was to save your life.

Seeing the newcomer on the field, Jared could only grin. Now was the time. He needed to do what he could to take down these fighters. How else was he going to prove himself as a top gun for the Fel? It was all he could do, really. And besides, he needed to. It was what he was trained for.

Shaking his head as the screen lit up, he cussed. Some one was out for him. Turning his fighter quickly, whipping it around at its fastest axis, the Starchaser opened up with a volley, trying to make sure he could keep both of the other Flashpoints in front of him. He was going to get them. He had to.

Who was going down first?

@Davin @Ashtara Starweaver
 

Alan

Blessed are the peacemakers
Animus was a good pilot. He was good at a lot of things, and being a pilot in a jiffy was one of them. So, he really needed to have a good grasp on combat. Animus was using a TIE Interceptor, a fearsome opponent of all things not of the Fel might. He pivoted massively, being chased by two enemy fighters. He turned and evaded incoming blaster fire, but needed a good tactic. He veered off to the right, a stoic expression on his face.

He used the high-speed yo yo to get above them, and then just veered downwards, and blasted one of them. The sim made the explosion especially violent, but he knew that most starfighters simply broke apart in space. Explosions didn't happen in space. No oxygen. Maybe plasma shooting outwards, but no oxygen, no flames. He turned to the other one, and dived downwards below him, in a near-straight line, and then curved upwards, and fired ahead of him, destroying it completely. He smiled, for once.
 

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