EPISODE – Entry #4
Location: Deep Space
Assigned Craft: My X-wing or My Other One
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Annoyed
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.
The scene was not a good one, a convoy was being hit by pirates, and there
were escorts but only so much they could do. They needed help. The convoy was outnumbered and outgunned, with the escorts struggling to repel the coordinated pirate attacks. Michael hit the throttles hard forward as BRED was chirping tactical updates. He had to act quickly to protect the cargo and assist the beleaguered escorts before the situation spiraled further out of control.
[Everyone, two by two, fighters first their commandship after… I’m calling in reinforcements.]
[Striker 11][Hobby, you got me?!]
[Striker 12][On you like butter on a roll!]
[Striker 10][Creepy!]
[Keep’em moving and on us, not the ship]
[Striker 11][They fly like Huttballs!]
[Striker 10][Huh?!]
As the fighters were on their attack runs, making the pirate fighters have more to deal with and giving the convoy more time to move, Michael as getting into one of his stupid moves that usually came out big.
[They bounce.]
[Striker 10][Oh that’s BAD!]
When the escorts sent out their comm message, they found out the truth about Kuhbee.
Wooo-beep
CUTTO SCENE - Michael and BRED are walking away from their fighter, looking exhausted as BRED looks up at him.
Dude! We’re flying with a Wookiee?!
Wooo-beep
That’s what I’m saying!
Chitter-Chitter-Chitter
I’m scared too.
As 11 and 12 moved to cover those escorts and keep fighters off of him and the convoy, Michael sayw an opportunity.
Wood! Cut to half throttle and keep those wanderers from ambushing me.
[STRIKER 10][What are you about to do?]
Something really stupid! If there was a camera on him, Michael’s face would be a wash of self-awareness about how crazy the move he was about to try was.
Wooo-beep
Just give me firing lanes! In the swirling chaos above the battered convoy, Michael throttled into a screaming dive, his cannons blazing as the pirate fighters broke formation to intercept him. These pirates were professionals, masters of their cockpits and the capabilities of their fighters. Alarms wailed, and BRED was complaining alongside providing telemetry.
The escorts were fighting as hard as they can, but were overwhelmed, their hulls pockmarked from earlier hits and some precious supplies already drifting from the ruptured hold. Through a hail of green cannon fire, the fighter’s S-foils arced into speed and then back into attack, engines roaring like a vengeful beast. His target destination was right through the swarm of fighters with reckless abandon. The pirates were no doubt laughing, but the only one who needed his confidence was Michael.
Twisting through their crossfire in a gut-wrenching corkscrew, Turtle feinted toward the lead pirate before slamming his throttle forward and tanking back on the stick. This drew the ire and attention of two of the pirates' most aggressive pilots who turned to engage. This was a mistake as he shot one in a primary engine and set on a path, getting them to follow momentarily until pulling flaps and dropping speed. This move put him into their gunsights and they took advantage of his mistake.
Was it a mistake?
No, Michael bet on the engines not stalling on this move, they didn’t and he was gone before their cannonfire left their ships…
[Striker 10][You’re beyond crazy, Turtle!]
[Striker 11][How the frell?!]
Weep-boop
The pirate fighters were shot into two brilliant fireballs of twisted metal and exploding fuel cells, debris scattering like shrapnel across the void. One of their compatriots, a wingman drifted RIGHT into Wood’s gun sights as he streaked across and in from the flank, cannons thundering as he picked the Weequay pirate off in a clean burst right through the engine to pull this off. [STRIKER 10][You’re mine!]
Michael’s momentum carried him wide, just like he needed to be, lining up the fourth, BRED giving him a firing line, one that was murder on the senses but was perfect and as Michael turned into the firing lane into an angle that should have knocked him him set him right in gunseye on the foe, turning the weapon into flying scrap in a few well places cannon shots.
CUTTO SCENE - Michael and BRED are walking away from their fighter, looking exhausted as BRED looks up at him.
That was cool.
Wooo-beep
Hey! We got’em didn’t we!
Chitter-Chitter-Chitter
[Let’s do this! ]
TAG:
Kuhbee
CUTTO SCENE -
This is where he is speaking in a different setting, as if recapping what he had just seen on a holovid
Wooo-beep
