Let the Wookiee Win
The young Wookiee gripped the controls of his X-wing tightly as green laser fire flashed past his cockpit, close enough to make warning alarms shriek in protest. Stars and explosions blurred together outside the canopy while friendly and enemy fighters twisted through the chaos like angry insects.
A burst of enemy fire streaked toward him.
"Rrrrgh!"
Kuhbee yanked the controls hard to port. The X-wing rolled violently, the lasers missing by mere meters before disappearing into the battle beyond. His heart hammered beneath his chest harness. He was still technically one of the youngest pilots in the squadron, and at this particular moment he felt every year of it.
Another explosion lit the darkness ahead.
Fear gnawed at him, but beneath it was determination.
He wasn't a cub anymore.
Drawing a steadying breath, Kuhbee pushed the throttle forward and sent the X-wing diving back into the fight, toward the growing storm of enemy ships and blaster fire.
This was what he had trained for. Now he just had to survive it.
(OOC Note: This is meant to be a space battle. You can be opposition or friendly and we can NPC opposition. Please just keep it in space. ))
