Dog fight.

[Warren Yon'Borr]

Speeding through space at a decent pace, Warren sat in the seat of his P-38 starfighter. Quickly spinning around in a quick maneuver. Warren chuckled loudly, continuing to speed through the seemingly empty space. "I'm stuck on Tattoine...been left right 'n' in-between. Definitely the worst place I've ever seen...ya don't wanna be on...Tattoine-" Warren sang rather loudly, his usual smile on his face. He quickly took another maneuver, surprising himself at his skill level. Now, all he had to do was get to his desired planet without getting into any sort of predicament.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

From Tatooine's surface, Tugoro's new starfighter would appear, it's sleek Sith design flying quickly through the air and into space. The craft would make it's way through the atmosphere, giving the boy a clear view of the expansive vacuum known as space. Sitting comfortably in his Aleph Super-Fighter, the young Jedi would go to work, activating his advanced shields and routing the majority of their power to the front of his craft. This was because he was closing the distance with [member='Warren Yon'Borr'], who was approaching the Republic planet's location at a decent pace. Tugoro was not sure how this confrontation would go, though what he knew was that the Devronian had been linked to many robberies and crimes, having been able to get away on each occasion.

The Republic intelligence he had received informed him of the criminals piloting skills, which was a factor in his ability to outrun the law during most cases. The bright red light that illuminated the inside of Tugoro's starfighter would grow brighter as he fiddled around, looking at each set of buttons and trying to connect the dots. He had done considerably well during the flight academy tests, though this was the real deal. To top it off, he flew a Sith craft, in which he knew little about. Grinning slightly, the young Jedi felt relieved as he finally found his targeting computer, it locking onto the P-38 that was approaching. Through this system, data was fed straight to the boy's computer screen, identifying the Devronian's ship as the one the Republic was after. With the press of a few buttons, Tugoro would activate his communication systems, sending a transmission to the newcomer. "Cut your engines, P-38. You are wanted for questioning, in suspicion of robbery."

 

[Warren Yon'Borr]

His smile disappeared once he heard the boy's voice. "Huh, that...ain't...good...". He quickly looked around nervously, gripping onto a yellow engine. "I shall not be taken in unless you have valid proof and my registration of these...so called...crimes. Now, assuming your a Republic officer or soldier could you please allow me to pass without delay? I've got business to attend to and I cannot risk being late or delaying my contact. I've committed no crimes and I'm a simple merchant", Warren replied, keeping his voice calm and clear. In a quick blur, Warren gripped onto his weapons throttle tightly, sweat dripping down his forehead. "May I ask for your rank and name? Failure to do this will force me to file a complaint about the Republic's pilots. W-wait, you are Republic, correct?". This would look bad for Warren if he had just been assuming that this voice was a Republic soldier. He could not even see the ship contacting him and he did not think any other organization would stop and say something like this boy had said.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Gritting his teeth in annoyance, Tugoro would begin to shift in his seat, lifting his arms to reach forward and activate the microphone within his cockpit once more. After pressing a single button, the young Jedi would begin to speak again, annoyed at the way the criminal attempted to use his rights. "Merchant, huh," He started, not sure where to take it from there. Soon, the boy's sleek Sith starfighter would come into view of [member="Warren Yon'Borr"]'s own, stopping about one hundred meters away from the P-38.

"Allow a routine inspection of your merchandise, then," The young pilot would request, a large smirk spreading across his face as he further examined the craft that the Devronian flew in. It was a small starfighter, with only enough room for one person. Surely it could hold no merchandise, even if it did, Tugoro was sure that his was the man they were looking for. The youth would refrain from identifying himself.

 

[Warren Yon'Borr]

"Please...just let me fething pass, aight?" He asked, sorrow in his voice. "I can't go to prison...no! They'll kill me there, I ain't going!", He said, fear taking over. "Whaddya say about you mysteriously receiving nine-hundred credits tomorrow...who could've ever done it? All you got to do...is allow me to pass. You can't do this boy, not now, not tomorrow!". He quickly pulled a lever, activating the weapons systems. "You have twenty seconds to pull back...do it...now!". He quickly flipped a few more switches, pulled a few more levers, pushes a few buttons. "PULL OUT! I'LL OPEN FIRE, YOU MOTHERFETHER!", He shouted, quickly adjusting the speed, sending the starfighter shooting forward towards [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] .

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Shaking his head in disappointment, Tugoro only sighed, feeling embarrassed for the Devronian who swore over the communication channels. If only the man had stuck to his rights and story, he might've gotten away with it. The second the threads were dished out, Tugoro was allowed to take action to disable the man's fighter. Recalling his training on Carida, the boy would nod his head, already knowing that he had fulfilled the first step to starfighter combat. That being the detection and identification of [member="Warren Yon'Borr"]'s own craft. Reaching forward, the Padawan would wrap his hand firmly around the flight controls, before pressing a few buttons to reroute a large amount of power from the ionization core. A powerful burst of energy would be released from the Aleph's engines as they glowed brightly, shooting the craft forward at the advancing P-38.

Through the force, Tugoro was able to feel the hostility that ebbed off of the Devronian. The man was perhaps mentally unstable, for this situation could mean certain death. Abiding by his Jedi code, the young Padawan would try his best to avoid killing the man, by eventually weakening his heavy laser cannon's firing capabilities. For now, the sleek super-fighter would increase in speed, closing the distance quickly between the duo. Keeping his steady hands on the controls, Tugoro would be ready to take action, not sure if the man would do so.

 

[Warren Yon'Borr]

He stared in disbelief as the Jedi's ship flew towards his own. "What the-", Stopping himself mid-sentence, Warren grinned. Increasing his grip on the throttle, he pulled back the lever, once again increasing the speed on the starfighter. However, instead of crashing into [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]'s vehicle, Warren quickly stopped his fighter, stopping only a few feet away from the boy. He then quickly slammed his hand down on the fire command, sending two bolts flying straight towards the boy's ship. He then looked around the cockpit nervously, inhaling and exhaling heavily. His golden earrings dangled down from his ears, creating a jingling sound every time his own shipped lurched forward. "Last chance to pull off!".

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

It seemed that the Devronian was not bluffing, for the hostile intent that dwelled within his mind was ever present as the two fighter's approached. The speed at which the two travelled caused the distance to close relatively fast, though a sudden chill would shoot up the boy's spine, warning him of the deception that was in store for him. Thanks to the incredible maneuverability that the unique and rare super-fighter possessed, Tugoro was able to get himself out of the laser's way, violently slamming the steering controls to the left. The pointed fighter's right side would lift quickly, allowing a single bolt to pass under while the other impaced the hull. Thankfully, the advanced deflector shields that he had powered up earlier negated any serious damage that could of been done.

After strafing to the left, the Aleph that Tugoro piloted would rocket past [member="Warren Yon'Borr"]'s P-38, travelling farther away in order to set up another run. Not wanting to give the Devronian any shots on the back section of his ship, the young Jedi would adjust the throttle, pulling back on it in order to have the ship slow down. With a heave of the flight controls, the craft's nose would suddenly pull up, causing it to flip and once more face the P-38.

 

[Warren Yon'Borr]

He watched silently as the boy flew out behind him. "Is he fething retreating...No. Fething. Way!". Chuckling for a moment, obviously unaware of what [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] was planning to do. He slumped down in his seat, his laughter groaning. For a moment, he considered his options but eventually decided to just sit in space, laughing and chuckling to himself like a maniac. That was once his singing picked back up, most of it just Warren's disturbing chuckles.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Thick beads of sweat had formed on Tugoro's forehead already, as he grew increasingly closer to the P-38 ahead. Thanks to the ship's great maneuverability, the young Jedi had been able to move out of the way at last minute, after pulling off a tactic known as breaking. Whoever this guy was, seemed like he knew what he was doing, though that opinion would change as the Aleph aligned once more, allowing the Padawan a clear view of the Devronian's starfighter. It was just...Floating there. Scratching his hair with a gloved hand, Tugoro's head would tilt to the side as he watched in curiosity, not sure whether or not [member="Warren Yon'Borr"] was trying some strange tactic.

Pushing forward on the throttle with one hand, Tugoro would keep his other firmly gripped on the ship's steering controls, allowing him to alter his position as he moved forward. Turning his head to the side quickly, the young pilot would examine the targeting computer he had activated a few moments ago, waiting for the P-38 to come into range. Slamming his hand down, Tugoro would cause the super-fighter to accelerate at full speed, propelling it's sleek design forward at a frightening pace. Flipping two lids off of the joystick-like handles, the young Jedi would examine his trajectory, remaining patient as the targeting computer did it's job. The closer Tugoro got, the sooner the P-38 was targeted, a red circle forming around it's representative design on the computer's screen.

The heavy laser cannons that had been powered down would begin to glow as Tugoro's thumbs pressed the firing sequence, causing two bolts of green energy to surge through space. They would head towards the Devronian's ship, aiming to impact with the man's engines. If they were able to hit, the starfighter would hopefully be rendered useless.

 

[Warren Yon'Borr]

His celebration was cut early as a loud explosion was heard, sending all of his monitors and equipment to go blank in an instant. "What in the karking-", He stopped himself, quickly pushing forward onto the throttle but it was no use. "NO! NO! NO! N TO THE FETHING O!" Warren shouted loudly, bashing his fist off of a monitor violently. "NO!" He continued to bark, kicking like a spoiled child who did not get what he wanted. "NO! I CAN'T GO TO PRISON! NOT TODAY, NOT TOMMOROW, NOT NEXT KARKING WEEK!" Now, he just sat there, unable to do anything to assist him.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"]