Flyboy
"What the hell was that-" A TIE fighter pilot yelled into his headset, as a black and orange blur shot across their bow, right in the middle of their formation.
"Came from the damn fighter screens!"
"All this wreckage is messing with my senso-"
With the (Star wars Roleplay site) Chaos from the loss of so many ships, the battlefield had become littered with debris. Debris that blocked sensors, navigation. The fighters deployed against the Alliance were now not in combat with sensors, missiles-
No, thanks to the Lord's turtle soup action, the spacecraft of the Alliance and their enemies would face off as pilots, as equals.
But for Wedge Draav, there were few, very few equals.
The now quadruple and counting Ace descended from his rapid maneuver, shifting rapidly to his right engine, banking a turn after cutting power to the left. He came from below at an angle through the fighter formations, blasting through two and sending one hurtling away, limping with a broken wing. Out of the fight. He pulled up high and hard on the throttle, arcing back around the fighter squadron in a double helix.
And Wedge Draav, Revenant Two- flew towards the enemy fighters, his black X-wing dark against the endless, merciless cruel stars of the indifferent galaxy.
He opened fire and scored another TIE kill. Killing was his business.
And business was good.
