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Casino Imperiale Report - CPT Fox
Fox's fighter stood alone on the racks. He was waiting for the techs to finish adding the no-force shields before launching to join his squadron.
The Relentless had been the site of a astromech transfer gone bad, and
now there was a dark jedi roaming with important data. It was Wing IX's
duty to get it back. Shield had been put to patrol an area where the
reinforcements
would be rallying to help the other side when the raid hit. The rest of
his squadron had been equipped much earlier, but Fox had been too busy
painting a new silouhette of a Mon-Cal cruiser to let the Techs work on his
boat.
With a green light ahead of him, Fox hit the thrusters to full, clipping
several of the Techs who hadn't gotten out of the way in time. 'That will
teach them for taking their sweet time', Fox thought to himself.
"Shield, form up, jump in 10" was his first words upon clearing the
shuttle bay. His squadron scrambled behind him, and very shortly Fox was
receiving static from his Comm, RA La'an for jumping too close to the larger
ship. Ignoring his C/O, as usual, Fox settled down for the flight.
With 10 seconds before reverting to real-space, Fox woke up. He grabbed the
stick
and ran through his pre-combat checklist:
- Cup holder: nominal
- Beer Supply: nominal
- 'You got owned' bumper stickers to hand out: nominal
Seeing everything he needed was there, he dropped out of hyperspace. There
was a NRSF cruiser, obviously on-call from the rendevous that was being jumped.
"3-Flight, cover us, 2-Flight, take out the shields, 1-flight gets the kill"
Fox always tried to distribute the big kills evenly, so he didn't hear any
complaints
as he switched over to heavy bombs and followed his 2nd flight in.
Missiles began streaking by his flight as 3 flight, led by his XO, began
to distract the fighters trying to peel the missile boats off their cruiser.
Shortly, the cruiser had its shields down, and 1-flights bombs were tearing
through its hull, breaching bulkheads, and one even through the bridge.
Fox switched to engaging what was left of the fighters, and soon the area was
nothing but debris.
"Good job, ladies. If we stay this good, those other squadrons will never
catch us, return to base for celebratory pie"
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