Behind me, the grey bulb balloons into a satisfying fireball. As the Destroyer looms large in front of me, I shift power to my laser cannons and stitch its exterior with red blaster bolts, unloading two torpedoes as I fly by. I target the ventral bulb of the Star Destroyer’s power generator, instruct the rest of my squadron to join the attack, and request a resupply of heavy weaponry from my wingmate. A missile locks on, and I wait until the instant before impact to release countermeasures, confuse its tracking system, and elude destruction.Īlmost unscathed, I order my astromech droid to repair the residual damage, then boost away from the Star Destroyer, execute a tight, 180-degree drift turn toward the capital ship, and instinctively flip my shields to the front. While weaving and rolling to present a tougher target, I throttle up, thumb a switch on my flight stick to reroute power to the shields, and toggle the transparent, protective canopy to cover the rear of my fighter. The space between the wedge-shaped, mile-long monster and my comparatively tiny starfighter is crisscrossed with beams of bright energy.
As my ship hurtles toward the ruined remnants of a moon, I glance over my shoulder and see the ominous silhouette of a Star Destroyer blotting out a bluish nebula.
