"Flail, heads up! Bogies on your four-o-clock." Victor shouted into his comm as he shot at a smoking [url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/YT-1300_light_freighter/Legends]YT-1300 freighter[/url]. The Interdictor 'Petrified' and it's fleet were above Brentaal IV, a planet within a system of vital importance for logistical purposes as it was the place where the Hydian Way and the Perlemian Trade Route hyperlanes crossed. The Imperial fleet was given orders to hold and support all friendly vessels traveling through while also stopping all civilian traffic for identification. The objective was meant to be a somewhat easy one, however it would seem some would-be 'heroes' have managed to encourage a few of the civilian ships to engage the Imperial fleet. 

"Roger that Lieutenant." Jeremy 'Flail' Falcone responded as he started to fly around like a lunatic, "I'mma write their names into the void, so that they're always forgotten." The starfighters chasing him, three [url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/CloakShape_fighter/Legends]Cloakshape fighters[/url], kept their pursuit as they attempted to get a lock on the nimble TIE-Interceptor.

Victor Caldeck barked orders into his comm at another two of his wingmen, "Barrage, Debris, light them up! Recruit and I will tend to the wounded tango." After getting a confirmation from both of them, Victor took a quick gaze at the battle raging around them. It was incredibly one sided, the Imperial forces outnumbered and outpowered the scum that threw themselves at them, it always seemed one or two hostiles more would join the fight after entering the system. On top of that, the small cruiser that the 'heroes' were transmitting their message of utter suicide from was not engaged in the combat. 

Victor pulled his thoughts back to his target as he came about on it for another strafing run, lighting up it's hull with green laser fire and sparks. Whoever was manning the top turret on the old bucket of a ship was clearly unfamiliar with how to shoot it properly as its shots were so wide that it couldn't hit the side of a bantha. Victor pulled around yet again to see Recruit's Interceptor perform it's own passing run on the YT-1300. The old wreck of a ship took a hit to its main engine, causing it to drift. 

As Victor was about to perform the killing blow, he saw a large amount of jump signatures enter the system. He didn't open fire on the vessel as he passed it, instead he was now looking at a large fleet of twenty or thirty odd ships. As they began to move towards the imperial fleet, so did the 'heroes' in their little cruiser. Victor simply sat back and crossed his arms for a moment as he smiled under his helmet. Darth Tidus had mentioned to command, who then told the rest of the officers, that a significant force of scum would attempt to break through their blockade. Victor took up his controls and turned his craft towards the imperial fleet as he began counting down, "3... 2... 1-" Suddenly, a fleet of six imperial star destroyers arrived with a support fleet nearly quadruple the size of the original few that were sent. "-Bingo" The ace pilot could see the hostile vessels attempt to turn and run in panic, nearly crashing into each other, while the civilian ships that were smart enough to stay out of the fight quickly made way for the gigantic fleet.

"Lieut. The YT-1300's sending a white flag signal to me. Orders?" Victor turned his vessel around, this time to face the heavily damaged freighter vessel. Recruit's Interceptor hovered around the wounded ship, like a bee checking a flower. Victor opened a comm to his squadron's coordinator on the Imperial Star Destroyer 'Intimidation', "Command, we've got a hostile vessel stranded and sending us a white flag. Shall we cover the target until it can be picked up by tractor-beam?"

The officer on the other end responded coldly, "Negative. Our current orders are to make examples of all hostiles." 

Frowning, Victor tried to argue, "I'm certain they got the message sir. I-" 

"Now is not the time SF-225. You will eliminate that vessel and then your squadron will escort bomber squadron Zeta to destroy the MC80 that's in command of the upstart fleet. Is. That. Clear?"

Victor responded immediately, "Affirmative sir." He then swapped comms back to his squadron, "Recruit, finish up the YT-1300 as quickly as possible. Flail, you still with us?" A voice blared over the comms, "Pff, as if some no-good pirate-wannabes could take down old Flail McGail! I do, however, owe the beautiful Barrage a drink for taking two of them out for me." The familiar voice of Crutz 'Debris' Nimbly was what filled the squadron comms next, "With all those space-acrobatics you were doing, I'd expect the last thing on your mind should be alcohol." Rachelle 'Barrage' Elcort responded, "To be fair, we're fighting a bunch of inexperienced tangos, at least by our standards. We could probably take them on drunk." Before Victor could scold his squadron for cluttering their comms, the newer voice of Dreg 'Recruit' Taz was quick to add his opinion, "I'm with Barrage, on this one. The toughest thing I've fought so far is a YT-1300 who not only couldn't fly straight, but shoot straight either... The ship's dead by the way Lieut." Victor waited for a moment, to see if anyone wanted to speak up again. Which, of course, Flail was the culprit, "Well, honestly-"

Victor interrupted him, "Quit the whining, we've got escort duty with Zeta squadron. Our task is to break through what enemy fighters are dumb enough to try to stop us and help eliminate the enemy's flagship, a MC80. Let's move out. On me." The squadron quickly reformed on him as they flew away from the wreckage of the YT-1300, Victor choosing to ignore any thoughts of who may have been inside it.