"Hunters, form up on me."

Darit Tharr sat in the@#$%pit of his X-wing. Ahead, the Coralskippers swarmed around the broken Star Destroyer. Darit keyed his comm a second time. "Hunters, prepare to break in pairs. We have to soften these skips up before the rest of the fleet can come in and make the rescue."

"Copy that, Lead."

"Roger, One."

"Seven, copy."

"Right."

"That's Affirmative, Sir"

Darit watched as the Coralskippers turned and came at them. "Ready and... break!" Darit then rolled to the right, his wife's X-wing right behind him. He fired at the skip, then rolled around it and started blasting away at the next oone, letting his wife take the first one. Darit reached out with the force towards the Yuuzhan Vong fighter, and searched it with his mind. He felt where one of the dovin basals was weak, and fired in that spot. The skip flared, then melted into molten rock. "One down, Thirty to go."


Tal doged the plasma burst and fired a shot from his V-wing. Althought the model was old, Tal had repaired and refitted it for years, and it was easily capable of keeping up with newer starfighters.

"Three, this is Four. Does it seem to you that the skips are mostly coming at me and you?"

"Maybe they are. We do stand out." Tal glanced over at the B-wing. "But hang in there, Chorin. We'll make it."

Chorin unleashed a concussion missle on one of the skips, destroying it. "I hope so."

Part two coming soon...