The Rebel Faction

Jalyne looked over the hanger, home of the Greywind Squadron, one of the finest fighter units in the New Coalition. It had suprised her that she made it this far. Soon, with a little luck, she would be flying with the best. With even more luck she would create her own squadron that would rivial or be even better than Greywind. Today she would get to prove her abillities by taking on the leader of three flight.

Jalyne walked over to the fighters. The fighters were a design she was unfamilier with, the Deathsaber Mk II. The sleek craft was an amazing design, stealthy but fast, and well armoured. She walked over and walked around one looking at it from all angles. After she was done examining it she walked over to another fighter, an older design, the X-wing. Lets see if I can take on the Deathsabers in one of these. She realized that the deathsabers had a definite advantage. Jalyne walked over the the cockpit and climbed up the ladder. As she sat down she pulled on her helmet and ran a hand over the familiar controls. She loosed a sigh and ran over the preflight. As soon as she finished the preflight she activated the engines and repulsorlifts. She began to ease out of the hanger and activated the comm system.

"Greywind Nine here, permission to launch?"

"Nine, you are cleared to launch. Please follow your designated flight path."

"Roger, Nine out"

Jalyne pushed on the throttle giving herself plenty of power to launch. Once she cleared the hanger she applied full throttle and headed for the dueling grounds. "Twitter prepare a list of options that we have fighting one of these things." A expression of grim determination masked her face. Here's to hoping that I at least am a challenge to him.

Jalyne flew the X-wing to the combat grounds, searching for her opponet as she went. She arrived and looked at her sensors, looking for the ship, but it was all negative. Not that expected much else, after all he has a stealth fighter. She was pulled out of her thinking by the whistling of her droid. "What is it twitters?" The droid continued on its comment, and she read what it was saying. "WHAT! you actually saw him! where is he?" The droid kept twittering away, almost faster than she could read the text. She quickly hit the the left pedal full and took the fighter in a 180 degree turn. Once she had completed the turn she looked up and saw him coming twards her. Jalyne reached over and put the target lasers on quad shot, and armed the proton torpedoes. There's no way I can miss this shot. She triggered the firing stud and pushed her stick full forward into a dive. Don't think he was expecting that one.

Jalyne gritted her teeth as the g-forces threatened to knock her out, as she pulled up from her dive. As the black cleared from her vision, she look out over her shoulder and barely saw the Deathsaber disapear into the clouds. "Twitters your going to have to be my eyes back there." As the droid twittered away she nosed the X-wing to the right and headed to the last position that she saw the other fighter. I hate it that he can just disappear like that. Jalyne reached over and put the lasers on duel link. Well I have my own tricks up my sleeve. And with that she dove into the cloud.

Arensdale viewed the other ship’s telemetry via a miniaturized holoprojector as it soared through the clouds. The wire-frame X-wing darted through black-drop. The Confederation Lieutenant silently noted the opposing pilot’s habits. It was a practice that many Confederation pilots had done. It enabled them to predicate an opponent’s reaction in the cat-and-mouse game that was dogfighting. He bided his time, waiting for the right opportunity to present itself. But when the X-wing started its slow dive, he frowned. Diving? That will increase the ship’s speed as gravity helps pull it down. What the frak? He mentally reviewed any moments if the opposing starfighter had been damaged. Recalling none, he pushed the acceleration pedal forward; his Deathsaber surged forward towards the X-wing. Then a feminine voice broke through the silence of his cockpit.

“Hello other fighter, this is Jalyne Yrn, do you copy?”

Arensdale fiddled with his headset comlink. “This is Greywind Five. Is everything all right?”

“Graywin(Static)...Do you co(Static)...Engines are not(Static)...Shields are a(Static)...Request an en(Static).................opy?"

“I don’t copy that all the way pilot,” replied the Lieutenant, lining his sights up on the X-wing.

The onboard computer of Greywind Five brought up the statistical data on the X-wing. This could be hard to tell. It’s an old craft. I wouldn’t doubt it if something went wrong. He glanced at the readout. So, the engines aren’t working. Shields are still up. That might help the ship’s impact. It could be a trap. Hard to say. I guess it’s time we found out. He thumbed his comlink.

“Recommend you eject. That could a messy landing.”