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These ones need only make landfall, Young Karis.">
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I tell you what! I'll cover you, so you keep our boys alive!"> Kyric called back over their shared commlink. He yanked back on the sticks and veered directly into the oncoming path of Vulture Droids with reckless abandon. BD-8 beeped a swift series of chirps recounting weak zones across the droid craft.
The X-Wing unleashed a torrent of fire into the approaching horde. Starfighters burst as engines ignited, but even a cheap droid could plot a proper course along a vector. Many wove around the Jedi Knight's fighter in a bid to surround him and overwhelm him. He yanked hard to the right and rolled up and over the debris field shielding Kornon and their allies. Explosions ripped around the field as their crafts burst on solid stone or came into contact with the old X-Wing's weapon systems.
The Big Chieftain whirred an erratic warning to Kyric. His gaze dropped to the blue-white screen constructed into the console. It flashed an angry red color, warning the boy of an impending attack.
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Chit. Chit. Chit."
Kyric tried and failed to shake his pursuers. He was simply overwhelmed by the sheer
number of Vulture Droids still approaching from the Lucrehulk armada. He felt his ship rock as enemy fire glanced off one of his port wings. Durasteel gave way to electric wiring, which burst into flame, only to immediately vanish within the vacuum of space.
More shots hit, and for a moment, Kyric knew in his heart of hearts he was a dead man.
And then a series of eruptions burst behind him and a wave of excitement crashed over the boy. It took Kyric a moment to realize it was not his excitement, but that of Alaric, who deftly wove a path of destruction through the vultures.
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Yes!"> Kyric shouted into his commlink. <"
Let's go, Al! Get 'er done!">
Pushing his starfighter back into a straight dive, Kyric fell in line with the damaged freighter Kornon rode to the streets below. The kiffar set his ion-torpedoes a-flyin' and watched one of the droid's wings shatter on impact. The force of the explosion ripped it into the path of more, and within seconds, a small string of explosions lit up the sky around the starfighter escort.
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Master Kornon and his men are on the ground, so I'm off to decommission the general. I'll cut y'all a path off-world, so go blow that reactor sky high, yeah?"> Kyric half-reported, half-told the others. He didn't really wait for an answer either–he was a man of action with a clear objective before him. He shifted course and rounded back into a starward climb toward the blockade, dipping, dodging, and weaving through the durasteel storm of Vulture Droids deadset on his demise.
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C'mon!" the kiffar howled into the void of his cockpit. "
Show me what you can really do." He yanked back on his thrusters and shot forward at an impossible speed. The force of gravity pinned him to his seat, pulling back at the skin of his face as if to unmask the boy by the most painful means imaginable, but Kyric didn't hold the pace for long. He stole this play right out of his brother's bag, and he knew better than anyone if Damien didn't overdo it, the Jedi sure as hell shouldn't. So, Kyric killed his momentum once he broke through the first wave of droids and curved toward the lead Lucrehulk's hangar.
This also happened to be the exact moment the Tri-Fighter's burst from the hangar and zeroed in on the starfighters.
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Oh. Oh no." Kyric turned his vessel onto its side and flew through a steady swarm of blaster fire. The advanced fighters fanned out, approaching him at a dozen different angles. Transparisteel fissured on opposite sides of the cockpit from glancing blows that caught the kiffar mid-swing from one end of the widening net to the other.
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Hey, Al! Whatcha got for me, here?"> Kyric's mirthful tone cut through Alaric's commlink. <"
This might take two Jedi.">
Fellow Lightsworn Incursion Enjoyers:
Aelina Corsanis
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Alaric
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Credit Wizard
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Kornon
Honorary Mentions:
Damien Dooku