Ramblings from a Galaxy far away

  “Green Squadron, you need to run double duty, keep the bombers away from this ship and make attack runs on that left side frigate. Bridge crew, bring us around, keep the frigates between us and that Star Destroyer. If Karktiss wants to fire on us he’ll have to shoot through his own forces!” Green 1, Commander Ari, sent a quick burst of static back through the comm channel to acknowledge EvilGrins orders. The Defiance was already starting to swing her nose round to cut a path that would keep both the frigates and the Star Destroyer on her port flank. He had to decide which of his 7 pilots would be best suited to each particular task. “Twigs, Kidd, Troy, on me. We’ll take the bombers and keep them away from the Defiance. Cooter, Adalla and Jish, take the rest of Green and focus that frigate.” The pilots of Green Squadron squawked back their affirmatives and immediately turned their ships to close on their respective targets. “Galleon flight, who’s packing ions torps?” call...

The two X-Wings hung in the vast empty void of space, almost completely powered down there was little chance of being discovered by a passing ships sensors. They were on a recon mission and had to remain out of sight. Since the fall of the Galactic Empire, the New Republics forces now found themselves hunting down the last of the Imperial forces and intelligence reports suggested that the ISD Retaliator would be using this sector as a hyperspace jump point. Sticks looked out towards his fellow X-Wing, without the usual illumination of the cockpits displays and buttons he could barely make out its occupant. As the craft lazily drifted, a chink of light briefly illuminated a flash of pink from the pilot’s helmet. She must have known he was looking over, a dim light appeared, just enough to make out the arm that raised in a wave but ended instead with a raised finger. He chuckled, “Yeah same to you Angel!” They were both members of Remnant Squadron, so called because their main role n...