Miscellaneous Missions - A Star Wars Spinoff Series

Mission Log #15

Mission Log #15

Location: D'Qar

Operative: Lt. Jon'Kil

Squad: White

Year: 34 ABY (Continuation of Mission Log #9)

"Hailstorm, watch out!"

Commander Flesio warned. The last Crimson Squad bomber vanished, bringing two Cobalt bombers down with them. It seemed like the bombers were taking forever to reach their target, the First Order fighter opposition proving to be too difficult for the Resistance to handle.

"Jon'Kil, you've got one behind you!"

Mac called out. Jon'Kil glanced at his NavComputer to see that a TIE was gaining on his rear.

"Blast! Mac, I'm banking right. On my mark, you fir-"

"Black 5 watch it!"

"Cobalt Hammer, you're almost-"

"What? Chiss I can't hear you!"

"When I give the mark, fire-"

"Blue 7 check yourself!"

"White 8, can you get this guy?"

"Mac, NOW!"

"White 2, where are you?"

The comms channel made it too difficult for the two pilots to communicate. The battle chatter was overpowering their voices. Due to this, Mac fired too late and missed Jon'Kil's pursuer. In response, the TIE fighter evaded Mac's crosshairs and took shots of their own. The enemy bolts contacted with Jon'Kil's hull, damaging his heat dissipator.

"Dammit! My bad Chiss, you're hit."

"It's all good Mac, but now I'm running on fumes. My engines aren't stable."

"Don't worry, we're almost outta this."

Circling the bombers like a vulture searching for prey, Jon'Kil tried to take a more defensive route, letting the fighters come to him. The TIE that damaged him initially broke off the pursuit and focused fire on the bombers.

"White Squad, follow my lead. Line your ships against the hull of Hammer, S-Foils closed."

Jon'Kil noticed the fleet's B-Wing's breaking off their dogfights and accelerating toward the last MG-100 StarFortress.

"Mac, should I follow? I still have an X-Wing."

"Negative Chiss, just cover us. This may be a one-way trip."

"Copy."

Cutting off the transmission, Mac's B-Wing zoomed past Jon'Kil, and for a split-second, they made eye-contact through their cockpits.

"Good luck guys."

The plan was to create a makeshift layer and protect the bomber using the B-Wings as sacrificial shields. It was noble. But as soon as the B-Wings lined up, they began taking heavy fire. Within seconds White 7 and White 9 were killed. Jon'Kil tried to maneuver his crippled X-Wing to take out the TIE's before they could take aim at the bombers, but the enemies simply sped past with their advantageous speed.

"I'm taking hits from all directions!"

"Shields at twenty percent!"

"I've lost pressure in the cockpit!"

"I've got a hull breach!"

The static screams and final goodbyes of the White Squad pilots filled Jon'Kil's ears. The roster only decreased from there, the friendly B-Wing outlines on the NavComputer turning into red X's. After only a few minutes, White Squad was left with five members. But those few minutes proved to be all the help, Cobalt Hammer finally releasing its payload onto the dreadnought below.

"Bombs Away!"

Blue Leader confirmed. Before Jon'Kil could stop and take in everything that had just happened, the remaining forces of the Resistance fleet high-tailed it back to the Raddus. Extending his landing gear, Jon'Kil landed his ship gracefully onto the hangar floor, a drastic difference to how his commanding officer landed.

Jaycob's B-Wing hit the ground hard, the landing gear almost buckling under the pressure. Jon'Kil gasped, now noticing a dent the size of a mynock beneath the canopy, where Jaycob's right leg would be. Medical staff rushed to the ship, forcing the canopy open and pulling Jaycob out of the cockpit.

Disembarking his X-Wing, Jon'Kil helped lower White Leader onto a stretcher, trying to avoid looking at the bloodied mess that was Jaycob's right leg.

"Ok thanks pilot, we got it from here."

One of the doctor's said, lightly pushing Jon'Kil away. Jon'Kil tried to resist, but two girls with different colored pilot jumpsuits came from behind him and flanked either side of the stretcher. The last thing he saw was the blast door of the medical bay close in front of him.

Turning around, Jon'Kil was saddened to see that the hangar, that had once been filled, lay bare. Blue Squad took minimal casualties, most of the A-Wings still parked in their respective spots. But Black Squad and White Squad took most of the punishment. Only a handful of X-Wings and B-Wings were left.

"What a mess."

Jon'Kil whispered to himself. But the apparently it wasn't quiet enough as Mac came up to him and agreed.

"A mess indeed. But this is war."

"Mac, I cannot believe you made it!"

Jon'Kil pulled him into a brotherly hug. Jon'Kil barely knew the Mac, but he was one of the only friends he had in this new environment.

"I know, me neither. If I'm completely honest I thought I died when the dreadnought exploded, the flash was blinding."

"It all happened so fast. I didn't even get to see it."

Mac scoffed.

"Don't worry Chiss, my fighter cams were on. I have the footage."

"Good, we can watch those FO scum burn on repeat."

"Damn right. But I'll talk with you later, I'm gonna check on Jaycob. He took a nasty hit."

"Yeah, I saw. Wish him a speedy recovery for me."

"Will do."

Mac exited the conversation and the hangar with it, once again leaving Jon'Kil alone in hangar.

End of Mission