Trailing behind the more spirited members of Rogue Squadron, Rogues Five and Six held a perfect cover position on the B-Wings. While the A-Wings had their merry way the Imperial fighter screen and the rest of Rogue was barely breaking stride in dealing with the inexperienced Interceptor pilots, Lieutenant Kass Seyley and her wingman Lieutenant Lambida Evas had elected to shepherd the heavy fighters into position for their run. That also made them the last line of defence, like a fullback in a game of Impact. If they missed their tackle, there was nothing between them and the prize of the poorly manoeuvrable B-Wings. A good incentive not to screw up.<br/><br/>"Five this is Six, do we have to hold back here? The rest of the damn squadron is all the way out front scoring kills and we're guarding a bunch of slow asses here." The frustration in Evas' voice was easily identifiable, a product of his relative youth and desire to prove himself to the members of Rogue despite this not being his first rodeo with them. Within his cockpit the human was eyeing the intensifying furball with envy, wishing that he was there.<br/><br/>Scanning the surrounding space, not with her eyes but her link to the universe, Seyley cracked a smile at the more junior pilot's aggressive instincts, knowing without a doubt that she had sounded just like that once. Back in the 'good old days', that were probably more terrible than she truly remembered.<br/><br/>"Six, Five. I know you're impatient but you need to get past that. Mission first, glory later." She couldn't hear a sigh or huff from him, but the feeling was that he had done one of those things. He'd probably done both.<br/><br/>"Either way, I'm waiting for something." The heavy hitters crawled ever closer to their targets, spreading formation slightly to allow for a more ideal coverage of the corvette's hull. Evas came back with a hint of interest in his voice.<br/><br/>"Six, what kind of something?" A few moments passed, before he had his answer. A flight of four TIE Interceptors finally being pinged by their sensors a fair way out, but coming in hard for the B-Wings on an angle that bypassed the furball in front of them.<br/><br/>"Five, that kind of something. Turn and burn, try and hit the leader on your first pass. Do not get padlocked into a fight, hit 'em hard and scoot away before coming back." Pulling the X-Wing's nose around to face the hostile craft, Seyley felt a small pang of regret that she wasn't at the controls of an A-Wing, her first love and best friend for life. She still wasn't used to the relative sluggishness of the X-Wing, even after two years piloting one into combat. Hammering on the acceleration, she sped towards the enemy.<br/><br/>"Lead this is Five. Four bandits in the back court, Five and Six engaging." The distance closed with frightening pace, the little red boxes marking the TIEs getting rapidly bigger in their HUD's. And then, they pounced. The jackhammer vibration of the discharging cannons let Kass know that all was well, the bolts lancing out to meet with the body of the second fighter. A short burst of fire was all that was needed to royally fuck up the pilot's day, causing the fragile craft to explode spectacularly. She had just enough time to readjust and let loose a second burst at the fourth-most Interceptor, but with the different angle and rapid rate of closure she misjudged the deflection, sending streaks of red light flashing just behind her target. A yell of triumph from Evas told her he'd made a kill.<br/><br/>"Did you fucking see that! They crashed into each other." Evas was almost hysterical.<br/><br/>"Six, Five. Keep your shit together. Come about and take the straggler." Taking a moment to switch channels she broadcast over wideband that one hostile was inside the perimeter and that they were taking care of him.<br/><br/>"Six, I didn't even shoot them. As soon as you opened up the lead veered left, straight into his three! Combat nerves?" Hauling ass to chase down the faster but clearly confused TIE, Kass ignored her wingman and concentrated on judging her opponent. Confused, alone, in a faster and better turning craft and not able to see her. This was going to be easy.