So there is no section for fluff, and I am running a campaign that follows a bunch of pilots in a near impossible mission. I also like writing so all of my battle reports will be done in story like fashion. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter One – Sunbreak on the morn’
Vasilisa Dorn looked out of the plasteel window of her X-Wing fighter at the stars beyond. Pulling into a slow loop around the Nebulon B Frigate Elixir, she reviewed the orders that were passed down by her superiors on her small computer screen mounted to the firewall. She was worried that the Imperial forces would be too much for her six pilots to handle. She worried about the Nebulon B that had only a quarter of her turbo laser batteries working. She worried about the dangerously depleted munitions that the Nebulon had in her storage hanger for her ships. She worried about the new kid, fresh defecting from the Imperial Academy with more eagerness than sense sometimes. She worried about a lot of scary things about this upcoming battle, not to mention she might die.
“White Squadron, sound off.” Vasilisa scanned the space around her ship, confirming what she saw outside on her 3D holographic rotating display in front of her. She saw her wingman, Ric Dio, to her left, the blips of a pair of X-Wing fighters about six kilometers away flying protection on the other side of the frigate, and another pair approximately 50 kilometers away flying loose formation, hunting for enemy fighters.
“White Two checking in boss; it’s a dark and quiet in the hen house.” Lel Cormin could be heard chuckling over the scratchy and distorted alliance communication unit. His quirky mannerisms easily traveled the 50,000 meters right into Vasilisa’s headset.
“White Three, nothing either.” Vasilisa could see Jenica Orion mentally checking off the time before she could go to her rack and sleep. She was a hot stick and quick on the uptake, but impatient with long boring patrol duties.
“Four is bored ma’am. Any word on when we are going to start this caravan?” Keelu Starfall said through the com. Vasilisa could guess he was feeling a little tight in his cockpit, but she wasn’t concerned with his mechanical leg at the moment.
“Five is still kicking, running, and gunning!” Wrora Rehal screeched through the mike. Vasilisa never fully understood how an Ewok managed to fill an X-Wing cockpit, but she knew better than to ask about his personal modifications in his ship. He was slightly sensitive to his size since every other pilot that the Ewok met was three times his size. He joked that he could get all the males where it hurt though.
“Six here. Still trying to find out what the big red switch does,” Ric was so green he was blue. He somehow got a free education and flight training from the Imperial forces, hopped on the first transport he could find during leave and joined the Rebels. This was his first ‘real’ mission since his two familiarization flights before signing up with White Squadron.
“Don’t touch that,” Wrora screamed in the mike. “That is the self destruct switch!”
”Kid, don’t mistake Wrora’s sense of humor for his size. He just pulled a fast one on you,” Lel said over the com. Vasilisa could see the green kid turn red from 10 meters. Laughter could be heard through intermittent communication breaks as people were keying their mikes on and off.
“White Squadron, this is Elixir Actual. Prepare to jump in T minus five minutes. We are going to create a beach head when we jump into the system. Cover your sectors of fire, call out if you see anything on your screens. May the force be with you.”
“White Lead copies Actual. White squad, prepare for hyperspace in T minus four minutes, fifty seconds. Three and Five, I want you doing wide patrol. No heroics this time. Call ‘em if you see ‘em.”
“We know how to fly a CAP boss,” White Three said over the coms.
“I mean it Jen. Don’t think that I forgot that time you forced me to hold the pooch at Yavin,” Vasilisa said over the coms. She could hear her laughing over the radio as she relived distant memories. The other five White Squadron pilots all exchanged playful banter as they relieved their times together, fighting the Imperials. Some somber moments were relieved as they waited.
Vasilisa listened to the thrumming of her four engines as she waited for the countdown timer to tick to zero so she could have her R5 unit engage hyper drive and arrive in system thirty seven minutes and fourteen seconds later. Her counter ticked down from five seconds closer to zero, and Vasilisa suddenly got a cold chill through her flight suit. She had never felt this feeling before and tried to shake it off as the timer clicked from one to zero.
Hearing the engines wind up and the stars streak past her as her Incom T-65 X-Wing as she entered hyper space, she had the roughly next half hour for her own private thoughts and the unease of the deep chill lingering in her cockpit.
Vasilisa watched as her hyper space counter reached zero and the uneasy prickling feeling of her skin releasing goose bumps returned as her ship exited hyper space. She quickly scanned her instruments, looking for the enemy. She knew from her briefings that there was an Imperial research and experimentation station in the region, but its exact location was unknown. Forces in the area were unknown, but were thought to be of normal garrison size. Over 100 Tie fighters, an elite prototype pilot squadron, Skipray Blast Boats, support frigates, assault and escort shuttles, storm troopers, and who knows what else the Imperial research facility managed to produce.
Banking slightly left and right to get her bearings and stretch her aching muscles, (white leader) spent equal time looking at her 3D holographic display and looking outside. White Six was at her four o’clock, keeping in a loose formation, but following her none the less.
“See anything Six?”
“Nada ma’am. Still quiet.” Ric banked right slightly to give them both some more maneuver room. He did a quick barrel roll and flew to her left and behind settling in at her eight o’clock.
“Elixir to White Leader, we have a bogey about two hundred kilometers. Unknown strength or disposition. It’s not moving in any hurry though. Intercept and assess.”
“Roger Elixir, Six you are on me, tighten up and punch it. Keep your screens maxed to see if we can identify it quicker. Two and Five, stay with the nest. Three and Four, wide patrol for now.” White Leader shunted energy from her weapons and shields to give her engines a bit more power as she turned towards the coordinates that her R5 unit received from the Elixir. She was slowly draining her cannons because she diverted power, but she had about five minutes to think as her X-Wing closed the distance quickly. White Six close behind her, but lagging a bit because he didn’t shunt energy from his cannons and shields to his engines.
“Six, manager your energy better son. That will get you killed one day,” Vasilisa said over the com.
“Uhh… right… sorry.” Ric stuttered as he recalibrated his energy systems and caught up to her. She could see him staring at his holographic display as they closed the distance from across the ten meter gap between them.
“You should also use your mark one scanning equipment more too,” she mused as he looked at her through his cockpit window.
“My what?” He still looked confused even though he looked between her and his screen.
“Your eye balls kid, your eyes!” Keelu, White Four, said over the com as she was trying not to snicker.
She could sense the stress building in her wingman’s voice as he once again acknowledged his inept combat skills.
“Enough jabbering everyone, clear the channel. Six, we have contact in less than three mikes. Reshuffle your energy and spread your wings. Lets swoop in and take a look at what is in front of us.” White Leader switched her high energy consumption engines back to normal and recharged her cannons to full as she looked at her shield display next to her front window. She verified that the weapons safety was still on as her craft closed with the unknown blip. Her pulse raced as her ship sensors started to detect the unknown blip at the edge of her screen. The blurry and fuzzy edge of her detection range caught the blip occasionally, but lost it as often as it found it. Her ship closed in on the unknown vessel; her throttle at the firewall with engines blazing behind her.
“Have anything R5 for me?” She checked her computer display next to her communications console as she saw the readout her R5 unit fed to her. She noticed that R5 had rerouted power because cannon two was losing power slowly. She thanked her maker for an attentive astrometric droid as she thought back to her last beat to hell and back droid.
“Lead to six, prepare to engage but keep your finger off the trigger. This could just be a pleasure craft out in the middle of nowhere trying to get away from the heavily traveled trading routes.”
“Got it Lead,” Six said as he pulled up next to her craft, his S-Foils spread like hers.
“BREAKBREAKBREAK!!! Ties incoming! Weapons hot!” White Leader screamed as she banked hard to the left while avoiding incoming shots from the pair of Tie fighters turned towards them and started to fire. The two Tie fighters, with the distinctive solar panels gleaming in the star light, quickly started shooting again as she flicked the safety switch off her guns.
White Two could hear the com traffic of the skirmish happening too far away for him to see.
“White Five, stick with me. We have to keep an eye open for more Imps. If they didn’t know we were here already, they will in a few minutes. Stay loose… Three and four, stay with the frig and fly a close CAP.”
White Two could hear the confirmation that his orders were understood and watched the pairs of ships trading places within the small fleet. He still listened to the com traffic of the battle one hundred and seventy five kilometers away as he took up outer perimeter duty.
“Six bank left! I am going to get the bastard on your tail! Go now!” White Lead maneuvered to get behind the Tie on her wingman’s tail, switching her guns to quad fire. She let loose two sets of four bolts towards the Tie, only partially hitting the Tie in the solar panel. She could see some kind of liquid streaming out of the damaged section of the ship, but its relentless attack continued unabated. She let loose one more hail of fire towards the ship that tore it to pieces. A streaming ball of fire ended in a spectacular explosion that could have been part of a fireworks display in Coruscant on New Years.
Whooping into the radio, she turned towards the remaining Tie. Her R5 unit, monitoring the radio traffic in the area picked up a coded Imperial transmission, but he couldn’t decipher the difficult Imperial code during the battle.
“R5, my power is draining out of cannon two again! I need that thing working please.” White Lead could hear the beeps and blips of her R5 unit as he diligently rerouted power around the damaged components. The energy levels of her ship returned to normal in a few seconds as it creeked and groaned as she pulled a 6G turn to come back towards the remaining Tie. She glanced out of her window and saw that the rookie was doing a head to head on charge against the remaining Tie Fighter. Before she could say anything to the kid, the Tie burst into a giant ball of flame and White Six was rushing out the tail end of the fireball, screaming into the mike in happiness.
“Settle down Six! Congrats on your first kill, but we have bigger things to worry about. We know the Imps are here now, but we don’t know where exactly. Let’s high tail it back to the frigate before we meet the friends of dumbo one and two. Punch it!” White Lead did a quick scan of her sensors and equipment before dumping energy into her engines. She closed her S-foils and headed back to the safety of the rest of her squadron.
She looked at White Six and saw that he was all smiles from his cockpit. She noticed that he didn’t forget to divert power from his cannons to his engines this time and he also closed his S-Foils. She settled back into her cockpit to make the trip back to the frigate, mentally rehearsing the dogfight she just participated in.