B-wings weren't exactly ships meant for dogfighting.
In general they were slow, lumbering, and hard hitting. They were great against capital ships, three of them easily being able to take out entire cruisers on their own, but against TIE's? No. Xel knew that, and it was part of the reason why he had picked the ships for Ghost Squadron.
They were through dog-fighting, their role was something entirely different now.
"Crashed ship." He told the rest of his squadron as the cockpits suddenly sealed shut and the B-wings began to lift off from the Hangar floor. His fingers, one hand mechanical, quickly flexed around the controls. "We head there first and check it out."
Then into orbit.
Xel had no idea what they would find, but as they shot out across the white snow plains he couldn't help but feel his stomach drop a bit.
Edited by Xel, 29 April 2017 - 06:58 PM.