A skirmish about ten years ago. We were fresh out of port, searching for a group of pirates. Now at the time, I wasn't posted aboard a star destroyer, I was the new scanning lieutenant aboard a smaller frigate. Now, I know how to work scanners, but at the time I'd been posted to working on them after we received a trainee TIE ops officers, whom the captain wanted to train up. Now, the Order had received word of smugglers in the sector, working out of a nebula, and using our space to shift goods from the Kothal Outback, to the One Sith. Now, we couldn't abide by that, so they sent us. We went to the nebula, and we got jumped, thirty frigates and freighters around our size. Now, at the time, the captain though either the scanner was broken, or I was some kind of larrikan, having one on him. It was only until the concussion missiles started hitting, that he realized I was right. We tried doing a few micro jumps out of the nebula, but were stopped when they deployed an interdictor. It was a long retreat. Seven hours of shooting our asses till we cleared it and called in reinforcements. Was one of the tensest days of my life.
Wheres the closest you've been to dying on a mission?
((What do we do now? [member="Kami Meran"]))