James McKell Starfighter Training

[Darth Viscera]

This is the RP:
You are a sole TIE/ln Fighter on patrol from your Imperial Battle Platform. You are 300 clicks out by visual scanning, and well out of sensor range of the battle platform. All of a sudden, a Flight Group (4 ships) of T-65R3 X-Wings pops out of hyperspace, and jams your communications.

You continue this RP now. Your reaction will determine how well you are deemed to be trained as of now, and ultimately how well you will be promoted.

[James McKell]

Imp. Battle Station, this is Starfighter 1, repeat Starfighter 1, I need assistance.

The comm unit cackles with a steady stream of white noise

The pilot realizes the X-Wings must have jammed comm frequencies. With no choices but to attack or run, the TIE Pilot choose the latter. It would be quite foolish to attack 4 X-WIngs.

The pilot diverts power from weapons into the engines, boosting the max speed to around 120 MGLTS. The TIE starts speeding away, but not without the X-Wings in pursuit.

[James McKell]

The edge in a battle is who is in the lead... The history lesson the pilot endured at the University came back to him. This applied to him now. Nothing else mattered; he was in the lead.

[b]Then suddenly, a beeping red light came up on the TIEs display unit. The light was a notification of a proton torpedo lock. The pilot swore to himself and routed even more power to the engines. The pilot held the yoke very gingerly. He started shaking left and right, and then he pulled it towards him, very sharply towards him. The TIE began a very tight loop. So tight, the grav compensator started to not work, the pilot was slammed to his seat. Half-way through the loop, the Pilot dissaplyed the loop and sharply turned the yoke to the right. The TIE began a quick turn. The red light on the display turned off, the pilot had evaded the X-Wing's Protons once.

[James McKell]

The pilot leveled his TIE out, and the pursuit continued. This time, the pilot remembered to constantly juke his fighter, as to not get a target lock.
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This part of space was very bright, thats what 3 nearby stars will do to space. Thinking back to all of his lessons, the pilot remembers that the gravitational pull of a planet or star, can be used to slingshot you; giving you extra speed.
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The pilot made a shallow turn towards the nearest star.

[Darien Hyfe]

Heh. Good luck doing that in a TIE with 0 shields and a 9 RU hull. :lol:

[James McKell]

OOC: its a better death than one to an X-Wing

IC:

The TIE reaches the maximum closeness it can to the star, before being totally incinerated. The heat though, still breaches the hull, and leaves many unpleasantries for the pilot. The straight solar arrays blacken under the heat from the star. Random flares from the star jostle the TIE around. Luckily for this pilot, the X-Wings are jostled around too, creating a targeting problem for the X-Wings.
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The TIE reaches the exit vector from the star, where it is slungshotted around, pumping the speed upto ~129 MGLTs. The X-Wings, in close pursuit, take a similar exit vector, their speed soaring higher too.

[James McKell]

OOC: Whoops my bad... Its a TIE/ln? those are basice TIEs right? I was confusing it with a TIE Int... change all of those speeds by decreasing 6 MGLTS and in my previous post, change it to straight solar arrays.

[James McKell]

The blackened Solar Arrays sprout scorch marks and small holes all over. One such scorch mark/hole, lied near the connecter plate for the solar array. The vaccuum of space, made this gap bigger and bigger; every second, increasing by a tenth of a millimeter.

The pilot, unaware of this looming danger, continues the jukes and speed bursts of his TIE.

The TIE begins to shake violently. Woosh! The pilot hears a noise outside the fighter. A look at his scanners show that the Left Solar Array his missing. Suddenly, the TIE Begins the inevitable roll to death. The pilot shouts a steady stream of curses to his spinning fighter. There is nothing he can do.

[James McKell]

The lights inside the Simulator turn on, then dim again. On the screen, a message pops up:
This is the RP:
You are a sole TIE/ln Fighter on patrol from your Imperial Battle Platform. You are 300 clicks out by visual scanning, and well out of sensor range of the battle platform. All of a sudden, a Flight Group (4 ships) of T-65R3 X-Wings pops out of hyperspace, and jams your communications.

You continue this RP now. Your reaction will determine how well you are deemed to be trained as of now, and ultimately how well you will be promoted. .
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The Pilot took a very deep breath, then grabbed the pilot's yoke. The pilot would not mess up, this time.

[James McKell]

Learn from your mistakes.... That is my advice to all of you graduates The speech the dean of students at the University made, comes back to the pilot. The pilot's eyes dart from the stars, to the four X-Wings. Knowing his comm unit is blocked, he turns it off; the constant static got rather annoying last time. Knowing that fighting Four X-Wings would be suicide, the pilot diverts power to his engines to boost the speed up.

[James McKell]

The view outside his view screen was stunning. The calmness of space was mezmorizing. It was beautiful, except for the Four X-Wings chasing the dated starfighter.

Nowhere to go but home. No where to hide but home. No help but home

The goal, Get home.

[i] The pilot jerked his yoke and sent his fighter into a short snap-roll. The pilot also turned the fighters a full 180 degrees around. The X-Wings, were still in their loops. The pilot diverted all engine power to lasers, and let off 3 quick shots. 2 of the shots hit a X-Wing; the tail X-Wing to be precise. The shields glowed red, and one of the shots got through, and splattered against the port wing. The pilot then diverted power back to the engines and zoomed off. Those precious seconds used to shoot his lasers though, had cost him. 3 of the 4 X-Wings had completed their loop and were gaining too fastly on the TIE.

[James McKell]

OOC: How am I doing?

IC: To anyone watching this chase on a viewscreen, it might have appeared as a one sided match. But this wasn't. If anyone could out live 3 X-Wings, it was this pilot.

This pilot has no Force potential. This did not matter on this one day. This pilot became one with his fighter. Knowing every possibility the fighter could endure, this pilot and this machine, were each others own enemy. It was holding this pilot back from safety. The pilot was leading the machine to death. This fear of oblivion brought these to together; figuritively.

The steady hum of the sublight engines was mezmorizing. The Pilot, staring at the space beyond, was in a trance. The shocking reality of this not so pleasant voyage was brought back to him suddenly as the sound of a laser, or to be exact, Four lasers, had been shot. A spark shot out of the side pannel on the fighter. That was close... He was lucky this time, only one shot hit, and that only skimmed the hull, nothing major, just the paint job.

The pilot felt rather uneasy after this close encouter. All he wanted to do was be back at the base. For a brief moment, the pilot thought only about the crowded mess hall onboard the Battle Station he was stationed apon.[i]

The pilot threw his hand on a small button. The fighter stopped suddenly, if it were a car on a road, the tires would have screached and sparks would have flown, but space is only vaccuum. The 3 X-Wings blew by, missing the abrupt decceleration.

The Pilot nudged his yoke, and the fighter slowly eased into the favorite spot of a TIE Pilot. [i]Behind and Slightly above and X-Wing. At this point, the shields were the weakest, and the pilot could eat away at the shields, supposing that this pilot wasn't very smart.

Luck was on the TIE pilot's side today, for this X-Wing barely moved, even after the TIE had eaten away the X-Wing's shield at this point. With the shields depleted, The pilot fired at the rear fulesage. It fell off with a minor explosion. The pilot fired once more; straight at the cockpit. The fiberglass imploded and shattered, sending thousands of particles into the pilots face.

2 Down, 2 Remaining; 235 Clicks to Home

[Darth Viscera]

OOC: You're doing very well. The best part is that you're putting a lot of effort into it, and you're being very realistic.

[James McKell]

OOC: Thank you very much

IC:Sweat gleamed on the pilot's forehead. The urge to wipe the sweat away grew and grew. The pilot could not wipe it away; the bulky helmet of a TIE Pilot blocked everything but the flow of his oxygen tube to his head.

In that time, when the sweat was in its most perilous spot, the point of about to fall, the pilot was flying along in a straight line almost. An occasional juke offset this.

The 2 X-Wings were in a tight side-by-side formation. They zoomed along at their fast pace. A small red blip came up on their screens. The blip was not of the same size as the TIE. The blip was at the extreme far end of the screen. [i]Was it trouble?

The small satellite, 215 clicks away from Battle Station, sent a constant video surrvalliance to the other satellites, which sent that on to the Battle Station.

The satellite could pick up anything with body heat. The X-Wing's pilot's body heat and the TIE's pilot's body heat sent a faint signal to the satellite. The satellites optical array swiveled around and caught the chase.

At that point, a mere 1/2 a click away from the satellite, the pilot's sweat fell. It fell with a loud splat. The noise startled the pilot who was in sync with the Fighter. The pilot looked out of his viewscreen, not for the first nor last time, and saw the small satellite. He also saw the 2 X-Wings in his periphial vision. He even saw the short red burst that came out of the X-Wing's S-Foils.

The pilot sent his TIE into another tight loop, pushing the gav compensator to its max. The laser bolts missed the TIE, but they hit the satellite; They hit the satellite dead on. It exploded into millions of pieces.

[i]That was all that was need though, the image relay was sent to other satellites, which relayed that to the station. Now all the pilot had to do was wait; wait for his commrades.[/b]

[James McKell]

The TIE Pilot had no idea of what the satellites did though. All he noticed was that the X-Wings began encroaching with a hasty frenzy. The Dogfight was on

All the pilot had to do was survive, survive for a mere Three Minutes.

The Three Minutes were long and tedious. The constant diving, swiveling, turning, evasive maneuavers, and the occasional rushed shot of the Pilot was all in desparate hope of survival.

The X-Wings had equalized all its shields. The X-Wings locked their S-Foils into Attack Position. They standard X-Wing Roll began their attack. A TIE Was no match for an X-Wing, let alone Two X-Wings.

But luck was on the TIE Pilot's side once again. 6 TIE Devils appeared at the edge of the empty battlefield. Right behind the Devils were Two TIE Defenders. The battle had been swayed.