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TIE FIGHTER: PREDATOR #12@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


   We arrived at the wing briefing just in time.  The four
of us in third flight had just sat down when Commander Tannis
mounted the raised platform and stepped to the podium.
   "Gentlemen," he began, "the information I'm about to reveal
to you is TOP SECRET.  There can be absolutely no breach of
security on this operation."
   Most of the pilots yawned at this.  At least all of us had
done a secret mission before, and we thought that this would be more of
the same.
   "As you know, the Predator has rendesvoused with the Apocalypse
battle group.  The ulterior goal of battle group Apocalypse is
Operation Stellar Fire.  Within two weeks, gentlemen -- TWO WEEKS --
the Apocalypse battle group will launch a covert campaign against
the water world of Calamari.
   Murmurs of surprise and anticipation swept through the assembled
squadrons.  Most of us had been in combat -- but only skirmishes
with pirates and a handful of rebels.  This, however, sounded like
a major assault.
   "Remember, men, TOP SECRET.  Commander Jenner?"
   Our other wing commander stood up to continue the debriefing.
   "While rebel fighters have hyperdrive abilities, our
intelligence is certain that their fighters are housed on board
the rebels' capital ships:  the MC cruisers.  Our role in Operation
Stellar Fire will be to destroy the shipyards and any Mon Cal
starships which are orbiting the planet.  This effect of this
operation, men, will destroy the rebel's supply of capital ships
and their ability to wage war.
   "So men, for the next fourteen days, we will train every minute
of every hour preparing for the assault.
   Groans rippled through his audience.
   "Also, we'll be taking on another three squadrons for the assault."
   "Three squads?  We don't have room for three squads," whined a
younger pilot.
   "We'll have to make do, Lieutenant," replied Jenner.
   "What about their TIE fighters ?"
   "Space is a problem, but Captain Jaltha is looking into unloading
the AT-AT and AT-STs for this mission."
   "If there are no more questions, pilots, let's break into squadrons
and hit the simulators.

            ENTERING SIMULATION

   The Predator dropped us from our berths in quick succession.
Although it was a simulation, the external view and handling
was very real.  The best part, though, was that all thirty-two
pilots in the simulation were linked up at the same time --
flying with each other without the harm of flying into each other.
   In moments, my squad had formed up.  The Strikers were assigned
to group Epsilon, Gamma and Iota -- 4 TIE fighters each.  For some
reason, Alpha leader called for us to make three lines abreast,
which we were in now.
   Looking out the "viewport" I saw the planet in the distance,
surrounded by nothing but space.  The stars, mere pinpoints of
light, filled every corner of the jet black heavens.  To the
port side of the "Predator" (Sigma 6) was Sigma 2 and 11.  To
the starboard was Sigma 5.  This simulation was pretty real!
   "This is Alpha leader to all groups!" crackled the com,
"I'm reading two capital ships -- two Mon Cal cruisers at
340 mark 352."
   "Roger that Alpha leader," came Beta-1.
   "Epsilon-1," said Alpha leader to Cpt. Lears, "send a pair
of Strikers to identify those ships.  Beta, Delta -- begin
perimeter patrol.  Kappa, Lambda and Mu groups -- attack those
spacedocks!"
   "Roger, Alpha leader," crackled Cpt. Lears, "Gamma 1 and 2:
identify those ships.  Gamma and Iota flights -- hang back until
they're done.  Then we'll begin our attack run."
   "Roger, Epsilon-1," came Nemo.
   Gamma-1 was Lt. Nemo.  Gamma-2 was Lt. Med.  Both were
exceptional fighter pilots; as good, if not better than myself.
   I watched the grey hulls of their TIE fighters break off from
the squadron and head for the cruisers.  Lears began turning us into
a wide loop around the cruisers -- like hawks waiting for the kill.
   By this time, Nemo and Med had turned and come up on the Mon Cals
from the rear.
   "Negative, Epsilon-1," said Nemo to Lears, "Capital-1 is the MCS
Kittar -- she's a spaceliner, over."
   MCS stood for Mon Calamari Ship.  That was intelligence's designation
for any non-combat ships from Calmari.  The other ones we were familiar
with were CRS (MC Cruisers) and CRL (MC Light Cruisers).
   "This is Med, Capital-2 is...CRS !!!  The Phido!" he said exuberantly,
then "Shit !"
   I looked his way and saw lasers pouring out of the Phido.  Med was
weaving wildly.
   "Epsilon group, Gamma group, Iota group!  Destroy the Phido!" barked
Lears.
   I grinned, and maxxed out my throttle.
   "You with me, Erich ?" I clicked.
   "Right behind you, Fox," crackled Erich.
   "Attack group, break now !" yelled Lears.
   I pulled back on the controls as TIEs broke every which way in front
of me.  The CRS Phido had begun concentrating its 48 turbolasers in
our direction.  I did a roll and turned back towards the Phido.
As I dived in, I strafed her hull.  Erich's dual lasers joined in
as we shot past her.
   Someone got hit to my port, and his TIE went up in a ball of fire.
His wingman turned and fired a few shots at the Phido before he joined
his flight leader.
   "Alpha leader, this is Epsilon-1," crackled Lears, "Better send your
boys in here."
   "We're already there, Ep-1," came Alpha leader.
   As if there weren't enough TIE fighters flying all over the place,
Alpha, Beta and Delta groups joined in the fray.  Lasers were slinging
all over the place.  I weaved as best as I could in between them,
hoping I wouldn't get hit or crash into another TIE.
   "Watch your fire !" I yelled, narrowly avoiding someone's green
laserfire.
   I led Erich out of the fire zone and turned around for another pass.
This time, we dove at the Phido's bow firing off as many as we could.
As we descended on the cruisers midsection, I began veering to the right
to continue my dive.  That's when I saw a group of X-wings leaving
the Phido.
   "Iota-3 to all groups.  6 X-wings launching from the Phido's
starboard side," I clicked.
   "Alpha, Beta groups," crackled Alpha leader, "Intercept and destroy
X-wings.  All other groups keep up this fire.  We've almost got the
Phido down."
   I checked my readout as a flash from the explosion of another TIE
being hit lit up the CMD.  Phido's shields were at 40% now.
   "Rebels are splitting up, Alpha leader," said someone.
   I banked and weaved my way through heavy friendly fire.  I reached
the edge of the perimeter and turned around to start my third attack
run on the Phido.  Erich caught up and I began the dive.
   I began firing my single fire lasers then cursed.  Another TIE
streaked out of my 2 o'clock high and continued portwards on a diving
run.  I think he took a couple hits from my lasers.
   The Phido was in front of me again, and I fired at it.  It began
firing back so I weaved to the port.  Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw an explosion where I thought Erich's TIE was.
   Diving past the Phido, I saw  an X-wing explode, and two others
being chased by three TIE fighters.
   "How are those X-wings," I clicked.
   "Scratch two," crackled someone, "Watch your six 'cause the other
one's loose."
   "Yes!!!" shouted someone over the com, "Shields are down -- let's
blow this fucker out of here."
   I checked the CRS Phido.  Yup, shields were down.  Reaching the
edge of the perimeter, I turned around looking for another strafing
run.
   I began my fourth dive through heavy laserfire.  Though a lot of
the gun turrets on the Phido had been reduced to slag, I still had
to avoid the remaining guns, plus crossfire from other TIEs.
   "Watch your nine, I-3 !!!" yelled someone.
   I banked and dived as I felt the TIE shudder from a laser hit.
X-wing Red-5 flew by and did a tight turn looking for me again.
   "Where'd he come from ?" I yelled.
   I turned to port and began jinking as Red-5 slipped in behind
me.  I threw all power to the engines, and put a hand on my
repulsorlifts to slip or drift.
   "Hang on Dekker.  I'll be right there," crackled Vladimar.
   "Hurry up," I yelled as red lasers overshot me.  I did a tight
roll and banked into an even tighter turn.
   Bad move.  In the excitement, I forgot where the Phido was.
She loomed .3 clicks before me as I came out of the turn.  Among
the six or seven turbolasers left, two were pointed straight at
me.  The laserfire filled up my screen as my terminal sparked and
fizzled and my viewshield cracked.

          TIE FIGHTER IOTA-3 DESTROYED.  SIMULATION OVER.
                        DOWNLOADING FILM....

    "Fuck !" I shouted at noone in particular.
    I opened the hatch to my simulator and climbed out.  A lot of
the hatches were open now, as the "dead" pilots had left.  Usually
after sim, we get a half-hour period to review the film.  Most pilots
skipped this since we considered the "maze" enough.
    Erich was there.
    "Erich," I said.
    "You too, huh ?" he grinned.
    "Yeah.  The Phido got me," I spat.
    "Me too," he snickered, "Guess we shoulda taken out those gun
emplacements first."
    I nodded.
    "Or the X-wings.  If that rebel hadn't been chasing me, I wouldn't
have flown into a turbolaser."
    "Wanna go eat ?" he asked.
    "Naw.  I'm gonna go watch film."
    Erich rolled his eyes.
    "Can't get enough of death, eh ?"
    "I am death," I joked.
    He laughed.
    "I'll see you in 30, Fox," he waved and headed off.
    I headed for the other door and left the sim room.  A small
tunnel took me directly to the film room.
    When I got there, I checked the log.  None of the other pilots
from Strikers, Lancers or Grim Reapers had checked in.  Only two
other pilots were inside; a Captain Keller and a Captain Dyson.
    I hadn't heard of them before.  Maybe one was a replacement for
someone in the Raiders, Black Knights or Dark Angels.  I walked in
the dimly lit room and sat myself down at a computer terminal.
The terminals were arranged around a large column with a comfortable
seat placed before a control panel and a huge screen in front of each
seat.  There were eight such seats at each film column and four
columns in this chamber.  Because the columns are pretty large (eight
feet across), it is concievable to sit in your chair and not see
someone else in the room.  This was the case.  I keyed in my name
and a list of my saved mission films came up.  I chose the most recent
one and watched as the screen filled with my cockpit view.
    Okay, here's where the squadron broke, here's my first strafing
run, I mumbled to myself.  I hit the pause button and ran through the
cockpit views of the other ships.  I found Romulus's view; somehow
he had maneuvered himself behind three gun turrets.  I put the film
into slow forward and watched him blast all three to pieces during his
strafing run.  Man, he's good, I thought.
    "Here it is," said someone on the other side of the column,
"You chased Alpha-2 down and got him, but at the expense of letting
Beta-1 and his wingman get behind you."
    That was a girl's voice!
    "I thought you were going to trail me 0.4 like we had been in
practice," replied another girl's voice, then jokingly, "You bitch."
    I leaned over to see who these two were, but the column was too
big.  I considered getting up and walking over, but then said nah to
myself.  It was probably just my imagination, I thought.  I went back
to my film.
    "Now look, you toast Alpha-2, then perform a hard left onto
Gamma-2," said the first voice, "Right here, you have a perfect
deflection shot of Iota-3."
    I was Iota-3!  I cycled to the X-wing views (which actually were
TIE fighter instruments in the simulation) and then had the computer
cycle through all the target locks.  I started going through them.
Red-1 never had a lock on me, neither did Red-2.  Red-3 did
however.  I put it on my viewer.  There was Iota-3 and his wingman
making a strafing run at a Calamari cruiser.  Less than 0.2 away
was TIE fighter Gamma-2 pulling a hard left climb away from Red-3.
    The coincidence was too much.  These girls had to be the X-wings
flying against us in simulation.  I got up and walked around the
column.  I wasn't sure whether I'd really find chicks over there
because I had seen very few women in the Imperial Navy.  Sure enough,
two young women were there.  They were in flight suits, both with
long hair tied back in braids.  They looked to be in their very late
teens or early twenties.  I couldn't tell much about their faces since
it was pretty dark in the room, only that one was vaguely blonde and
the other had brown hair.
   I stared for a second, shocked.  They didn't say a word either.
They simply stared at me.  Then, one looked at the other, then back
to me.  That broke my confusion.
   "...women... ?" I stammered.
   "Yeah," said the brown haired girl.
   "What...what squadron ?" I stammered again.
   "Shadow squadron," replied the other.
   Shadow squadron.  That was an elite squadron!  One of a select few
existing throughout the Empire.
   "I..I'm Iota-3," I said more composed.
   The brown haired smiled.
   "You're lucky, Iota-3," she said, "Kristen had a deflection shot at
you, but missed the opportunity."
   "Laurie," said Kristen with a tinge of disbelief, "I had to keep
Beta-1 and his wingman in the back of my head AND line up Gamma-2.
If you had gotten Beta-1 and Beta-2 off my back, I could have made
that shot.
   Laurie looked back at me and winked.
   "Rookies," she said shaking her head.
   I had to smile at that.  Nothing's finer than occupational
comraderie.
   "Yeah," I laughed, "Rookies."
   Kristen looked at me incredulously.  Then she narroed her eyes
at me as if to say so-you-want-to-play-that-game.
   "Attention, Lieutenant !"
   I glanced quickly at her flightsuit id patch.
   CPT KELLER.
   Fuck. I forgot!
   "Yes, sir !" I yelled as I jumped to attention.  Was sir the right
word to use?
   She rose out of her chair and walked over to me.  Even in the dark,
I could make out her voluptuous body.  I saw her smile as she plotted
the fun she was going to have with me.
   "Exactly which rookies were you talking about, Lieutenant...mmmm?"
she read my id patch then continued, "Dekker ?"
   I decided to lie.
   "The rookies onboard Imperial Frigates, sir."
   She turned to Laurie, smirked and sat down.
   Laurie giggled, got up and stood before me.
   "Do you consider Captain Keller a rookie, Lieutenant ?" she asked
coyly.
   "With all due respect, I don't have the experience to know, sir !"
I barked back.
   "Well, let me tell you, Lieutenant," she grinned, "She been in
battle, but she hasn't had a kill yet."
   "Liar," said Kristen.
   "What do you think now ?" giggled Laurie.
   "I'd say she was inexperienced, sir," I replied.
   "And what do you TIE pilots call that ?" Laurie inquired.
   I wondered if I should say it or not.  These were women after all,
and, among the Strikers at least, it was our custom to be polite to
the other gender.
   "Well, Lieutenant ?" asked Laurie.
   "She's...um...," I said stalling, then gave up, "She's a virgin."
   "I AM NOT A VIRGIN," said Kristen standing up, and placing her
fisted hands on her hips.
   Laurie sat down as Kristen walked over to me.
   "Lieutenant.  Say I'm not a virgin."
   Inwardly, I grinned.  This game was fun.  Outwardly, I didn't react.
   "Lieutenant!" she ordered.
   "See Kristen," toyed Laurie, "Blondes don't have more fun."
   Kristen turned to look at her then looked at me -- analyzing me.
   "Oh yeah ?" she said.
   She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissed me.
Her lips were soft and felt delicious.  Then her tongue was in my
mouth.  I responded and we kissed for three or four seconds before
she broke it off.
   "Lieutenant ?" she asked.










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