Tisto nodded as he read. The fatigue is getting worse, he thought to himself. It had been days since he had gotten a full nights sleep, and amplifying his sight every day did not help things.
Tisto shrugged the feeling off, he had a job to do. Luckily I am already in my flight suit, he thought. Tisto took up a thin piece of black cloth and tied it around his eyes. He could see through it and he knew that he would need to enhance his sight in the battle. The cloth was there to prevent blinding.
The Knight Sargent turned from the droid as he finished tying the cloth, and lowered his hand. Adjusting to the dark shading of the cloth was still strange, and he was startled when his hand brushed against his saber. Enough of this silliness. This isn’t a swoop race, he though, You shouldn’t be getting jittery.
The Kiffar wasted no time running down to the hangar, his instincts kicking in an rushing through the halls. He arrived to see it was a bustle of activity. Three figures were standing in a triangle going over a plan while their ships were being prepared. It took Tisto a second to figure out who they were, and notice their species.
At the head of the trio was a Harakoan, his blue skin and stature setting him apart from the rest of the room. Tisto recognized him as Forren, or Gold 2. To Gold 2’s right stood a Togruta female, Kyp, or Gold 3.
The third figure was one Tisto knew personally, Gold 3, the own who brought Tisto to New Tython originally. The human, Annor, nodded as he saw Tisto enter the hangar. He motioned for the Knight Sargent to join the group.
“Everyone,” he said. “This is the man I requested to take over for Arrik. He is a skilled pilot, and a Jedi.”
“Is he the swoop savant you had told us about as for why you were gone for two weeks?” Gold 2 asked, an inquisitive look on his face.
“Yes,” Annor replied. “Anyhow, Tisto we were going over the plan. There are only four of us, and five of them, granted the Corvette will be an issue.”
“Leave the Z-95s to me,” Tisto said, trying to sound confident. “You three target the Corvette.”
The three pilots looked at him, questioningly. Tisto smiled as he thought about it.
“Z-95s can only reach 75 MGLT, whereas an X wing can reach 100 MGLT. I do best with speed, and taking on a Corvette is something I would have difficulty doing. If I distract the Z-95s then you guys can take out the Corvette. I trust you three to come up with a good plan, but avoid the Z-95s. Let me beat them,” Tisto said.
“You didn’t give a plan on how to beat four ships,” Forren said bluntly. “How can you beat them without one?”
“I don’t do plans. I do speed, it’s my element.” the Knight Sergeant replied.
Kyp nodded along before speaking. “Well Annor, you were right, he is absolutely insane.”
“Either way,” Annor said. “We need to go now. Or we will lose them.”
Tisto was walking away as Annor spoke, heading towards the X-wing he was to be piloting. It was a simple ship, and Tisto clambered up the side, entering the cockpit. He admired the controls, feeling at home. He took a second, feeling the hum of the engine, before taking off.
At once he was out of the hangar. The X wing shot into the air, followed close behind by his companions.
“All Wings check in,” Tisto stated as the entered space, speeding towards the enemy.
“Gold 2 standing by,” he heard. Follwed by “Gold 3 standing by.” “Gold 4 standing by.”
“ETA 30 minutes,” Tisto said.
The Gold Flight soared into the wreckage of a fight. He saw Tythonian transports torn apart, and saw the enemy. He flew his X-wing directly at the clustered Z-95s, adrenaline pumping. “GOLD FLIGHT! CHARGE!”
He went in with little regard for his companions, flying between the Z-95s to draw their attention. He knew that in a strait dog fight he could not win, but he wasn’t going for a dog fight.
He flew through them, and laughed as the pilots scrambled to take hi out, firing without regard for each other. He saw two of the four get destroyed by their own reckless firing, and sighed. This may turn into a dog fight.
He flew to the Corvette, hoping his foes would not risk firing at each other, when a blast slammed into his top left wing. The shielding absorbed the majority, but fell. He then saw blasts fly past him and realize he was being fired upon.
He flew under the Corvette, hearing the explosion of two torpedo right behind him, luckily only hitting the Corvette. He heard blasts, and barely avoided a missile launched by Gold-3 to the hangar doors of the Corvette. The shock wave threw his ship off course, and saved him from two torpedoes from the incoming Z-95s. He noticed the hangar bay doors jam, enough to fit his ship in. He flew towards the doors, his wings getting slammed by blaster fire. He wedged his X wing into the hangar doors, sliding into the Corvette. Tisto waited as the two Z-95s past by.
As the last one past by, he saw it explode, apparently hit by a missile. Before Tisto reentered the battle field, a door opened up, and several men entered the hangar. Tisto fired, taking them out as they walked in. He then piloted himself out of the Corvette, and speed away from the large ship.
He spotted the last Z-95 and hit the trigger, firing upon his foe, hitting their wings. He saw the ship spiral out of control as one wing flew off the ship, followed behind by the pilots body. He heard a large explosion and moved his ship to the side, glancing behind him. The Corvette was broken, a giant chunk of the ship where the bridge used to be was missing. The ship stopped moving, and people were floating through space.
Tisto sighed. It was over.