Elyka grinned from ear to ear as she managed to nail the cockpit of an Interceptor, flying through the explosion that momentarily took its place, fire trailing the twin wing tips of her fighter. Continuing upwards as the Ardent Liberty flew back down into the atmosphere, she chuckled in the heat of the fight, admiring the work of her comrades and reveling in her own while she looped back into battle. Lasers and explosions lit up her view like fireworks.
"I'm down, repeat, I'm down!"
Her self-indulgent moment was short-lived, as she turned her commlink up, and it wasn't just the downing of that X-Wing; there was a disturbance in the force. Something dark, similar to the feeling she had in her dreams the moment before she woke. Also, TIE fighters.
"Ah shit!" she grunted as she steered off course hard, attempting to avoid incoming fire, green bolts blazing past only inches from the cockpit. Not just one or two, but three interceptors had decided to pursue her, having broken off from the main swarm. They obviously tired of her speed-based hit-and-run tactic, and her A-Wing had no room for a droid, meaning it wouldn't take much to put her down like her ally.
She began a dive towards the planet again, seeing the Corvette pull of a risky but effective maneuver itself. It was obvious they must be trying to land rather than sustain battle, and that it had one hell of a pilot. Elyka flew just as desperate, rolling and swerving out of the path of continuous fire. She knew she had to focus on the safety of the Liberty and the rest of the team, but she was dying to find out what was going on in that meeting that was so important it warranted this high profile of an attack on a Republic ship.
She attempted another run at a concentrated force of TIEs, forcing the few Interceptors hounding her to risk friendly fire. Firing indiscriminately as she mainly focused on not crashing while trying to get her pursuers to do exactly that, her reuse of the exact same tactic was effectively a middle finger to the enemy pilots on her ass.
"I'm down, repeat, I'm down!"
Her self-indulgent moment was short-lived, as she turned her commlink up, and it wasn't just the downing of that X-Wing; there was a disturbance in the force. Something dark, similar to the feeling she had in her dreams the moment before she woke. Also, TIE fighters.
"Ah shit!" she grunted as she steered off course hard, attempting to avoid incoming fire, green bolts blazing past only inches from the cockpit. Not just one or two, but three interceptors had decided to pursue her, having broken off from the main swarm. They obviously tired of her speed-based hit-and-run tactic, and her A-Wing had no room for a droid, meaning it wouldn't take much to put her down like her ally.
She began a dive towards the planet again, seeing the Corvette pull of a risky but effective maneuver itself. It was obvious they must be trying to land rather than sustain battle, and that it had one hell of a pilot. Elyka flew just as desperate, rolling and swerving out of the path of continuous fire. She knew she had to focus on the safety of the Liberty and the rest of the team, but she was dying to find out what was going on in that meeting that was so important it warranted this high profile of an attack on a Republic ship.
She attempted another run at a concentrated force of TIEs, forcing the few Interceptors hounding her to risk friendly fire. Firing indiscriminately as she mainly focused on not crashing while trying to get her pursuers to do exactly that, her reuse of the exact same tactic was effectively a middle finger to the enemy pilots on her ass.