Space

[tycho]

*Something about space calmed the young jedi. the beauty of stars and nebula in a way gave peace to the pilot. Shutting off the engines, he let the Viper drift a little over the world of Tatooine. He observed familiar celestial objects such as the Scythe Nebula and the Globular Cluster, GC-134. He smiled and quietly and literally glanced off into space.*

[tycho]

*Tycho decided to sit and wait a while longer. In a few minutes, he was falling asleep, a deadly combination when your starfighter is barely in orbit.*

[tycho]

*Tycho became wide awake as a blip appeared on the Viper's radar. He engaged the engines, knowing that he could either outrun the fighter or outmenuver it. He put his right hand on the sidestick and his lefthand on the thrust controls. Flipping the fighter over, he caught a glimpse of the fighter, which by its profile, Stele could tell was an A-Wing.*

[haku]

(from Tatooine Desert)

Goldline flew through space like a sharp dagger splitting water, small traces of air in this near vaccum waking off Goldline.

The Jedi was on the other side of the planet near the Mos Eisley/Mos Espa region, sensed Riddley.

Eventually a ship that was not established by Goldline's computer as a normal space-faring entity blipped onto the the sensor screen in the cockpit. A small fighter.

"Jedi is near."

Riddley was always annoyed how the Jedi seemed to cross his path so frequently so much nowadays. Something must be happening, this event was a paradox.

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Then Riddley could see the ship.

[tycho]

*Stele fireballed the three engines pushing the Viper faster then any other fighter in the galaxy. An emergency shutdown system made sure that their power did not overwhealm the ship's generator. Nobody knew the make of his fighter and its abilities, which gave him the edge in most dogfights. He sensed something in the oncomming ship, another jedi. His radar instantly received a lock on the incomming A-Wing, just in case it tried anything stupid.*

[haku]

The ship was moving way, quickly.

Riddley powered engines to nintey percent. His ship might be faster, but it didn't matter. He didn't need to be quicker to win. He didn't even need to be better to win.

Riddley primed three seedpod concussion missles, and then he let them fly.

The missles were the fastest on any market, and so far always got their mark either totally or partially.

[haku]

While the missles flew. Riddley dressed in his vacuum suit. He knew his ship wouldn't take this fight, and he was making absolutely sure he was going to be prepared.

[tycho]

*Tycho grinned, and flipped a switch activating his ships ECM jammer, which was much like the A-Wing's. The targeting in the missles went haywire, even though Stele would have been able to menuver past them with no problem. His fighter pulled an Immelman and continued accelerating toward the enemy A-Wing.*

[haku]

Goldine spat dozens upon dozens of spacecraft sized blaster bolts. Riddley hoped the Jedi would bite the hook.

[tycho]

*Tycho pulled a series of barrel and snap rolls, nothing out of the ordinary, and finally his wings came alive in blue laser fire, his HUD marking the A-Wing perfectly.*