It had taken far too long to finish off that rookie. Kass cursed her own cockiness as she sped back towards the furball that was still raging in between the cruiser and what was left of the Imperial convoy. Her own cockiness had allowed the enemy pilot to distract her and her wingman for an extra fifteen seconds. In a dogfight, that could measure life and death.<br/><br/>In fact, it very nearly had.<br/><br/>Rogue Three, Lojji, had almost been wiped by TIEs. Only his quick thinking and the actions of Rogue Four, Ri, had prevented that. But there were other problems to consider as well. Lead was having a go at taking on a pair of TIEs from Obsidian. Even though the Rogues were some of the best combat pilots in the galaxy, two against one were no favourable odds.<br/><br/>She had a choice here. To go and assist in pulling Three's arse out of the fire he had landed in, through no fault of his own, or help Lead put down the Obsidian squints and in doing so keep the B-Wings safe and the mission out of jeopardy.<br/><br/>It was a simple one.<br/><br/>"Six, this is Five. New course, make headway on those Obsidian TIEs. We need to take them down." Evas' indignation was obvious.<br/><br/>"What?! What about Lojji? He needs help!" He was angry, understandably so, but combat was no place for emotional responses.<br/><br/>"Six, Five. Keep your lid on and don't use real names on the net. Three can fend for himself, not to mention he has more than enough help over there already. Either way, the mission comes first. So get your head in gear." She didn't shout, she didn't mock. She simply stated the facts as they came, as was best. Her X-Wing was on course for the TIEs as she spoke, pushing it's frame closer to it's limit to intercept the TIEs as they approached Nova.<br/><br/>"Lead this is Five. Check your Twelve O'Clock High, we're coming in on the hostiles." Five seconds passed. Ten. The little red diamonds got closer. Nova got closer to being hit. This could get tense. The TIEs were visible now, little dots dancing across her vision in the distance, the curious eddies in the Force visible as their pilots gave off various emotions. There was one she knew well. Fear. That was common enough.<br/><br/>Closer. Nearly in weapons range. Two, one...<br/><br/>The TIEs separated. They had known, or had seen them. Now they were going in different directions to hit Nova. This wasn't good.<br/><br/>"Six, Five. Take the right one, I'm pushing the left." Following the TIE she brought her nose round on him. Time to kill. She didn't like using the targeting systems on the X-Wing, feeling that they were too clunky for a quick kill. She much preferred using the HUD reticle to lay onto her targets and judge them that way. It felt better, and she was pretty damn good at it.<br/><br/>Wait, just a little more. And then she hit. Hard. The TIE was obliterated after practically flying into her shots. A grim smirk graced her lips.<br/><br/>"This is Five, chalk up another one."