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The TIE Fighter 3/3
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TIE Fighter Part One continued
I sat mesmerized by the sight before me.
J'Una moaned and began thrashing about on the couch in response
to Marina's insistent tonguing of her juicing cunt. Marina slid her
hands up J'Una's torso and grabbed her breasts, pinching the nipples.
J'Una looked at me through heavily lidded eyes.
"God, Vel," she said. "She's too good. Too good." The last came
out in a sigh as she humped her pussy against Marina's face. I could
see Marina's tongue snake its way in and out of J'Una's gleaming
snatch. Marina bored in, slurping and licking with increased vigor
while she worked J'Una's tits over thoroughly with her fingers. J'Una
started bouncing around on the couch and I could tell she was close to
cumming.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned. "Eat me, baby. Eat me." She placed her
hands on the back of Marina's head and pushed her face deeper into her
cunt. Marina needed no encouragement. She licked and sucked J'Una's
clit noisily, obviously enjoying it.
J'Una arched her back, thrusting her cunt forward and, moaning
and shuddering, climaxed against Marina's mouth. Her muscles went
rigid, her eyes closed and she cried out in her passion. Then she sank
back down against the couch, spent. Marina looked up at J'Una, her
face covered with J'Una's cuntjuice, and smiled as she kissed her
belly.
J'Una looked over at me and my erection and said, "Get over here
and fuck me. NOW!"
Eager to comply, I slipped between J'Una's legs. Marina, having
moved to one side, grasped my cock and guided it into J'Una. She
kissed my nipples as I rammed my cock home deep into J'Una's cunt.
Marina moved up J'Una's body, kissing her belly, her breasts, then her
lips. J'Una snaked a hand between Marina's legs and shoved two fingers
into Marina's pussy. Marina gasped and began moving against her hand.
I was thrusting hard and fast, excited by the vision of these two
females kissing and licking each other's faces while J'Una's fingers
dove deeper into Marina's gaping pussy. J'Una's Bardin cunt muscles
were working overtime, grasping and squeezing my cock almost
painfully. But it was the kind of pain you'd die for. I had one hand
on Marina's ass, the other squeezing J'Una's tit. Both females were
squirming, and they moaned into each other's mouth.
J'Una looked up at me and could see that I was close. Quickly,
she grabbed the base of my cock and pulled me out of her cunt. "Come
up here," she said, pulling my cock up to her face.
I climbed up on the couch and straddled J'Una and Marina as they
went to work on my throbbing penis. J'Una licked the shaft while
Marina took the head into her mouth and sucked noisily. Then they both
licked and sucked at the base of my cock, working their way up until
their tongues met at the tip. My cock quivered as it was engulfed
first by one mouth, then another. J'Una massaged my balls, feeding
them into Marina's mouth.
"Fuck her tits," J'Una said to me. "I want to see you fuck her
tits."
Marina stretched out on the couch and I straddled her chest, my
cock diving into her substantial cleavage. She pushed her tits
together, enfolding my cock in her warmth. I started thrusting like a
madman, my cock taking on an existence of its own. J'Una bent down and
licked and sucked my cock each time it poked out from between Marina's
breasts. I exploded.
My cum shot forth with geyser-like force, the first spurt
splattering against Marina's neck and chin. J'Una leaned forward and
caught the second bolt with her lips and tongue, swallowing fast. I
continued to cum, coating the side of J'Una's face, and Marina's tits,
with my semen. J'Una grabbed my cock and lowered her lips over the
tip, sucking me dry. Finally, I was spent and collapsed onto the couch
next to Marina. J'Una, however, wasn't finished and proceeded to lick
my cum off of Marina's face and tits. Marina smiled and looked at me.
"How's your problem now, Captain?" she asked, grinning.
"Just fine, Ensign," I replied. J'Una looked up from Marina's
tit.
"What problem?" she asked.
Marina and I both laughed, and she reached out and stroked my
cock. J'Una smiled and returned to Marina's tit. I stretched myself
out, relaxing and enjoying the feel of Marina's hand slowly stroking
my cock.
My erection had just about completely returned when all hell
broke loose.
The ship's alarms sounded, the clanging claxon noise jolting us
out of our reverie as red lights began flashing.
"Red alert! Red alert," came the voice over the ship's announcing
system. "Rebel fighters attacking! All personnel to battle stations.
Pilots to your ships! Red alert!"
Holy shit! I jumped from the couch and into my shorts. I grabbed
my flight gear from the corner and charged out of my quarters as J'Una
and Marina scrambled for their clothes.
I ran down the passageway in my shorts, my flight suit, boots and
helmet under my arm. All over the ship crewmembers were hurrying to
their stations. The claxon sounded its incessant gong, reverberating
throughout the ship.
"Red alert! Red alert! Rebel fighters attacking!"
As I approached the hangar deck I saw my wingman, Lieutenant
Dromo Acer, already suited up, giving instructions to some of the
other pilots. I stopped, almost out of breath, and began to put my
clothes on. Dromo walked over to me.
"Bad timing, eh?" he asked with a grin.
"You could say that," I gasped. "What's going on?"
"I was in the Operations Center when it all started," he said
earnestly. "Rebel fighters showed up out of nowhere, just like last
time."
"X-wings?" I asked as I zipped up the flight suit and began
putting on my boots.
"Yes, sir," he replied. "Y-wings, too. They jumped some TIE
bombers that were on patrol and wiped most of them out."
"Y-wings, too?" I asked. The Y-wing was the main attack fighter
used by the Rebels. Slower and less maneuverable than the X-wing it
was heavily armored, well shielded and packed a formidable punch.
Their presence meant a direct attack on GUSTAV.
Dromo nodded as the hangar deck began filling with noise from
TIEs winding up.
I laced my boots, grabbed my helmet and dashed off toward my TIE.
Dromo ran off to his.
I pulled myself up through the hatch, closed it, strapped myself
in, put on the helmet and connected the comm link. I performed these
motions quickly and efficiently, as they were second-nature. I
dispensed with the rest of the check-list and fired up the retros.
Normally a large crane, suspended from overhead conveyors, lifts a TIE
from its stall, moves it to the launching bay, lowers it through the
open launching bay doors in the bottom of the ship, then releases the
TIE into space. There wasn't time for this.
I used the small retro rockets to lift the TIE out of its stall,
then threaded my way across the crowded hangar deck and out through
the landing bay, out the "in" door, sending maintenance personnel
scurrying. Unorthodox, but quick. Dromo was right behind me.
Once clear of GUSTAV I engaged the twin ion engines and the craft
shot forward into space. I established communications with GUSTAV and
activated my target display.
"Gamma One, this is GUSTAV." J'Una's voice, clear, crisp and
professional, came over the commlink. She had assumed direct control
over the battle from the Operations Center. I assumed that Commander
Cibock was there, also. I chuckled briefly to myself as I imagined
J'Una, naked, running down the passageway. What a sight that would
have been!
"There is a formation of enemy fighters at three-five-two mark
three-seven," J'Una continued. "Move to intercept."
"Roger, Gustav," I replied. "I have them."
On my forward sensor display, which was above and to the left of
the main console, I could see a group of green dots representing Rebel
ships (Imperials were red) moving toward GUSTAV.
"Gamma One to all fighters," I called. "Form on me and move to
attack position." I wasn't sure how many TIEs had launched and I
wanted to assemble as large a strike force as I could. There were a
lot of green dots out there.
"Gamma One, we've verified X-wing and Y-wing fighters," J'Una
told me. "Concentrate on the Y-wings."
"Roger, Gustav." While the X-wing was certainly the deadlier
threat to the TIE fighter, it was the Y-wing with its lethal load of
missiles, proton torpedoes and ion cannon, that was a very real and
deadly threat to GUSTAV.
Because the TIE fighter is unshielded normal Imperial tactics
call for a swarm of TIEs to overwhelm Rebel fighters with numbers.
This time, however, we were the ones being "swarmed."
We were rapidly closing to intercept the Rebel fighters and I
could now make out two distinct formations: the Y-wing attack craft
escorted by X-wings. As luck would have it, bad luck, the X-wings were
between us and the Y-wings. A couple of TIE bombers, remnants of the
ambushed patrol, scurried past us, headed for GUSTAV.
"Attack formation Delta," I called causing the TIEs to close up
into a tight wedge formation. Through my port viewfinder I could see
Dromo, behind and to the left of my ship. He was very
close.
We accelerated to maximum speed, charged up the lasers and
plunged ahead. I planned to streak through the X-wings and attack the
Y-wings, doing as much damage as possible before the X-wings could
intervene.
We were almost upon the X-wings before they turned to face us.
Why they were so slow to react I'll never know, but I was thankful for
it. We shot right through them, a tight formation of TIEs, not pausing
to engage. I think this surprised the Rebels. By the time they figured
out what we were doing we had passed through them and were headed for
the now undefended Y-wings. I could see GUSTAV off in the distance.
The Y-wings were getting close to attack range.
"Get behind one, take your shot and move out before an X-wing can
lock onto you," I called to the formation. "Commence attack."
Then we were on them, our formation dissolving as TIEs peeled off
after the Y-wings. I chose a Y-wing near the front of the formation
and slipped in behind him, activating the speed matching device. This
is a great piece of electronic gadgetry. It directs the onboard
computer system to match speeds with a targeted ship. This allows you
to get behind an enemy and blast away at him without worrying about
overrunning him. This technology, as yet unavailable to the Rebels,
gives the unshielded TIE a tremendous advantage.
I set my lasers on dual fire mode and began blasting. The Y-wing
is heavily shielded so I set about taking those down. The Y-wing
twisted and turned violently in an effort to shake me. I hung onto his
tail and proceeded to systematically cut his ship into pieces. Through
my commlink I heard Dromo claiming a kill.
There were plenty more Y-wings, however, and they were still
closing on GUSTAV. Worse yet, the X-wings had finally rejoined the
fray. This made hanging onto a Y-wing extremely dangerous because it
made you a sitting duck for an X-wing.
Nevertheless we pressed home our attack, destroying several more
Y-wings. In rapid succession, however, three of our TIEs were flamed
by X-wings and life suddenly became very difficult.
I had managed to get a lock on an X-wing and was about to start
shooting when I noticed that a Y-wing had broken away from the fight
and was making an attack run on GUSTAV. My sensors showed that his
proton torpedo launchers were activated.
I took one last shot at the X-wing (I missed) and then broke off
to go after the Y-wing. The Y-wing was between me and GUSTAV, heading
away from me, and I was hoping I could catch him before he got within
range to fire. GUSTAV began returning fire with her heavy, turreted
lasers and I found myself worrying I'd get blasted by my own people.
I was closing on the Y-wing when I saw two blue streaks leave
the Rebel craft, headed toward GUSTAV. The Y-wing had launched proton
torpedoes. Damn! I wasn't in position to try to intercept them,
either.
"Incoming!" I shouted over the commlink. "GUSTAV, this is Gamma
One. Incoming torpedoes!"
GUSTAV's gunners managed to shoot down the first proton torpedo,
but they missed the second one. I saw it slam into the shielding on
the port side and explode with gut wrenching impact. I could see the
entire ship shudder. The Y-wing continued to close, attacking GUSTAV
with cannon and laser fire. He got a few rounds off before my dual
lasers blew the back of his ship apart.
I made a quick pass to check the damage. The old frigate had been
hurt, but not fatally. Another hit like that, though, ..... I didn't
dwell on that thought.
I flew underneath GUSTAV and intercepted another Y-wing,
destroying this one before he had a chance to launch. I flew through
his debris and took a shot head-on at an X-wing that had vainly tried
to intercept me. He fired back, slamming my unshielded hull with a
laser blast. The impact almost ripped me out of my seat as the ship
shook violently and careened out of control. Smoke from fried
electronics began filling the cockpit as I fought the controls, the
ship turning end over end. Idiot! I told myself. You never attack an
X-wing head on in an unshielded fighter! Now I knew why.
Finally, I regained control of my TIE and checked the damage.
Actually, it wasn't too bad. A couple of sensor systems were out, and
the hull on the port side was caved in, but the engines and weapons
systems were intact. I ventilated the cockpit and turned to rejoin the
battle.
GUSTAV was still there, fortunately. Commander Cibock had
maneuvered the ship to turn the undamaged starboard side toward the
direction of the attack. I saw an X-wing disintegrate when hit by
GUSTAV's lasers. She still had a lot of fight in her. I worried
briefly about J'Una and Marina, but set those thoughts aside. An
X-wing was chasing one of our TIEs and I throttled up to full power to
intercept him. The TIE was twisting and turning like a pro and I
suddenly realized that it was Dromo.
"Gamma Two, this is Gamma One," I called to him. "Hang on, Dromo.
I'll be there."
"Glad you're still with us, Captain," he replied cavalierly. The
X-wing fired, but missed. Finally, I was in range.
I swooped down on the X-wing from above. He never knew I was
there. I set the lasers on rapid fire and pressed the trigger, holding
it as I closed the range. My lasers blasted away his shields, then
ripped through his port wings and blew apart the engine mounts. The
X-wing vaporized before me.
"Thanks for the help," Dromo said, obviously relieved.
"No problem," I replied. "Form up and let's have at them again.
GUSTAV is still in trouble."
"Yes, sir. I'm with you."
With Dromo on my wing again I flew past GUSTAV and headed toward
the next group of attacking Rebel fighters, dodging GUSTAV's fire as
well as that of the enemy. We barrelled into the Rebels from the side,
quickly killing two Y-wings and breaking up their formation.
"GUSTAV, we need some help out here," I called. Even TIE bombers
would be of some use, I thought. Anything.
"Roger, Gamma One." I heaved a sigh of relief when I heard
J'Una's voice. "We are trying to launch a few more craft, but the
hangar bays have been damaged. Continue your attack." Although I
wasn't too sanguine about our chances, I had to agree with her
decisions. She knew we were badly outnumbered and had suffered losses,
yet she was hurling us at the enemy again in an effort to buy time.
Not that she had a lot of options just then.
I started to respond but just then my missile warning alarm
started squawking, telling me that an X-wing had launched a missile
that had locked onto me. Shit. If a TIE is hit by a concussion
missile, the TIE is gone. Period. Space junk. There are two ways to
combat a missile: try to outrun it, or turn on it, target it and hope
you can shoot it down. Because of the damage my ship had suffered I
didn't think it wise to run, though that would have been my preferred
option. Flying headlong at a missile isn't my idea of sound tactics,
but that's what I did.
I jerked the TIE around in a violent left turn, steadied on the
heading my sensors told me the missile was coming from, and flew right
at it, lasers blasting, fingers crossed. The missile had approached to
within a few hundred meters when my lasers finally hit it. It exploded
in a bright flash, lighting up the cockpit and blinding me for a
moment. I shook it off and made a hard right turn, intending to go
look for the Rebel son of a bitch who'd fired that missile.
Instead, the Rebels were leaving! The were all streaking away to
hyperspace out of here. We had put up a terrific fight and, now that
GUSTAV had finally been able to launch a few more fighters, the Rebels
had had enough. I chose not to pursue.
"GUSTAV, the enemy fighters are retiring," I reported.
"Good work, Gamma One," J'Una replied. "Return to base."
"Acknowledged, GUSTAV," I said and then ordered what was left of
my attack group to head back toward our ship.
Enroute to GUSTAV it occurred to me that there had been an awful
lot of Rebel fighters in that attack force; more than would be on a
remote patrol. Which could only mean that at least one Rebel capital
ship was in the area. If that were so, my logic went, it meant that
the Rebels were, indeed, making a major move out here. Why they would
do that, I hadn't a clue. I'm a starfighter pilot, not a staff officer
and I'm not privy to a lot of high-class intelligence reports. But I
do have a very accurate gut, and it was telling me that we had only
seen the beginning of a major fireworks show in this sector. And maybe
that's just what the Rebels wanted. A show.
We were approaching GUSTAV and I switched to the flight control
frequency.
"GUSTAV, this is Gamma One requesting landing sequence."
"Negative, Gamma One," replied the flight officer. "You can land,
but the tractor beam is out, and the hangar bays are still a mess. We
can take you, but you have to come in on retros." He paused.
"Carefully."
I sighed. "Retros it is, GUSTAV," and disengaged the engines. The
ship coasted in toward the landing bay and I activated the retros. I
entered the hangar deck and saw the damage that one proton torpedo had
wrought. The main lighting was out, and the emergency lights cast an
eerie glare through the smoke that seemed to fill the bays. Severed
cables dangled from the overhead, several small fires were still
burning, pieces of shattered TIEs and maintenance equipment were
strewn about. And, of course, there were bodies. Many bodies.
Maintenance personnel were busy clearing away enough of the debris so
we could land. I tried not to think about Marina.
I cut the retros and glided in to my stall, setting the TIE down
gently. I climbed down and looked about the hangar deck. Nearby I saw
Marina Haarkov, supervising a damage control party that was putting
out a fire. Another sigh of relief escaped my lips. So she was OK,
too, I thought. This time.
J'Una met me as I exited the hangar deck, a look of concern on
her face.
"Sorry to bring you in under these conditions," she said,"but we
needed to bring all the fighters in at once. We'll be going to
hyperspace as soon as repairs allow."
"Hyperspace?" I asked, surprised.
"Yes," said J'Una. "There's a Rebel capital ship, a Calamari
light cruiser, in the area. We just received the report from Sector
Flag Headquarters. We think that's where those fighters came from."
"Nice of them to give us advanced warning," I said sarcastically.
J'Una ignored me. "The GUSTAV is no match for a Calamari, even
without any damage at all," she continued. "We've been ordered back to
Mofta IV for repairs and to join a strike force that will be
assembling there."
"Strike force?" I asked.
"Of course," said J'Una patiently. "Higher authority has come to
the brilliant conclusion that the Rebels are, indeed, making a major
move out here." Sarcasm dripped from her voice. "So," she continued,"a
major strike force will be assembled at Mofta IV with the objective
of countering the Rebel move." She smiled.
"But there's nothing out here," I said, exasperated, " for us or
the Rebels. Why send a major portion of our fleet to fight out here?"
"A Rebel cruiser is already out here," J'Una replied. "With more
undoubtedly to follow. That's reason enough, I suppose. If the Rebels
are making a major play in this area, they have a reason for it, and
we'll try to thwart it and push them back." She looked down at me, her
red eyes intense.
"J'Una," I said, suddenly engulfed by a sinking feeling in my
stomach, "has it occurred to you or anyone else that the reason the
Rebels are out here is so that we will come out here, too? And not
just with an old broken down frigate that can barely survive a few
Y-wings, but with a major part of the Imperial fleet?"
J'Una looked at me for a long moment, and I could tell there were
things she wanted to say, but couldn't.
"We have our orders, Captain," she said coldly. The conversation
was over.
An hour later GUSTAV went into hyperspace, destination: Mofta IV,
Imperial Headquarters for the Epsilon quadrant.
End of Part One.
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