"[i][color=0072bc]I didn't want to be a pilot.[/color][/i]" Charlie thought to himself as he jerked his fighter out of the path of an X-wing's laser cannons. "[i][color=0072bc]I just wanted to have a command, hopefully a Star Destroyer but anything would've been fine. TIE Corps though? That was the last thing I wanted.[/color][/i]" Another errant thought flew through Charlie's mind as he pulled his fighter in a loop, an X-wing briefly appearing in his target window before the rebel pilot wised up and cleared his firing line. Charlie banked his fighter into a turn right after the fighter, an easy grin as he saw the fighter coming into his field of view, though this time the other pilot didn't jink out of the way. As his computer caught a solution, Charlie pondered "[i][color=0072bc]Why isn't he clearing the fire line? Sure I could keep on him from this angle but you'd think he'd at least try, come to think of it what kind of shitty wingman leaves his pal be-...[b]SHIT![/b][/color][/i]"

As Charlie depressed the firing stud, his lasers blasting the fighter in the rear, he realized he'd been had. His sensors pinged, warning him of a contact coming in on his six. Charlie was forced to begin jinking around, trying to keep the rebel's shots off target. Charlie's own shots had damaged the other fighter, a few going wide, but Charlie had the presence of mind to keep firing as he evaded. He was able to twitch the fighter on target for a split second, a few shots finishing the X-wing in a blast of fire. However, the other fighter was still on his six, and Charlie could only evade for so long. "[color=0072bc]Aurek Six, Amos I need an assist, I've got one on my tail and I can't shake him.[/color]"