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"Gotcha" Talon Leader grinned.
Opening comms to all heads, Myn dropped in on the starboard flank of Skywalkers X-Wing, peeling off shots as they flew.
"All Talons, form up on Rogue Two. Covering fire, just like we simmed".
A series of double-clicks acknowledged the remaining Talons confirmations and the series of purple tainted X-Wings began what was possibly their final run.
I close my eyes, putting myself at one with the Force before opening them again. Laser fire tears up the space around me, and the stalk of the Destroyer looms larger than life, and yet I'm utterly calm.
Which is the exact moment I kick the engines into high and start flying like a maniac.
I fire off a few shots from my quad laser. It's not going to do any real damage at this range, but it should get those gunners trained on me. And it does.
With the Talon's staying back, I put on a acrobatic display that makes both my x-wing and Artoo groan with the strain of it all. I spin and weave, rise and dive, all at seemingly random intervals. Random to everyone else, especially the gunners. But not random to me at all. I can sense where every blast is going to be, feel just where I need to put myself to avoid the next blast, and the several that will follow that.
The sheer amount of turbolaser fire heading my way must mean I have the destroyer's commander scared out of his wits, as I continue on my apparent suicide run. And the closer I get, the more firepower converges on me as I bare straight down on the bridge.
I barely register a squad of TIE's on the rear of my scope. "Artoo," I say as if I was ordering breakfast, rather than facing down a Star Destroyer virtually alone. "Divert power to the rear screens."
Artoo's message is one of sheer surprise.
"Deflector's won't do much against those turbolasers anyway," I say, hoping I won't need them with the Talon's backing me up.