Safe Heaven

Prologue

"Yellow Three! Come In! Damn it..."

Red and green Laser blasts raced through the Void as A small group of Rebel Fighters fought heavily against a whole Wing of Imperial Ties, including two Accompanying Star Destroyers who waited in the Distance. Of the Originally 6 Ship X-Wing Patrol, only 3 were still flying.
Then Yellow Three went off, pursued by two Ties who trained their Sights on the fleeing Rebel.

"Yellow Three! Two on your Tail! Evasive Maneuvers NOW!"

Yellow One, a seasoned veteran of Yellow Squadron and Ex-Nabooian Guard Pilot, urged the fleeing Rookie to bank to the right, do a barrel roll or anything that could avoid the destruction of his ship and his death. But all he got as response was a static noise over the Comms, which reduced him to a silent observer as the two ties opened fire upon the Pilot who had Joined Yellow Squadron only a few days before. The T-65 got hit in one of its four Engines, fell into a uncontrolled spin and ran into the Gravity Field of a Nearby planet until it left his sight in the distance, trailing a long, black trail of smoke behind it.

The two Ties left their Prey behind, coming around to the others, which reminded him of the fact that he had a fight of his own at hands.
He and Yellow 4, his Second in Command, did their best to fight them off, but all they could do now was try to escape and hope for the best while their Astromechs calculated the Jump.

"Yellow One here. Lets get out of here.."

With a Bitter, sad tone in his voice, he made work of another Tie that overshot him and ran right into his sights, then he pushed the Thrust Control forward and waited for the Screaming Engines at the side of his Craft's main body to reach full power.
Moments later, the two remaining Fighters slid away from the Imperial Force, getting back from Hyperspace Hundreds of Light years away, near a small Fleet of Ships of the Alliance to Restore the Republic.

"Yellow Flight here. Returning to Base, 4 Casualties."

Anger filled his bowels, as he remembered the voice of the Mission Instructor less than half a hour ago, telling them that they would have no resistance to expect, not even in the slightest.
A Perfect Beginner Mission for the Rookie who had just entered Service from Basic Training.

Now the Poor guy would be one with the force, with his remains smashed against the surface of the Planet they had Patrolled...