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The Imperial II-Star Destroyer was small and unimposing as it entered the sector rapidly but grew exponentially in the young commander’s cockpit to be as menacing as it was impressive. He had never liked the glowing green warmth of heavy turbo laser fire and pulled back on the throttle to keep a distance of six-clicks. A swarm of black insects emptied from the belly of the wedge-shaped beast before they turned violently, scurrying angrily towards the convoy. Kimiao did feel comfort in the knowledge that his ship was a nimble as quicksilver and he was sure that he'd be able to best any Imperial pilot in a bar fight and that's what this scrap was about to turn into.

“We are convoy escorts gentlemen, don't get sucked in chasing your tail or a wisp of shadow. Pick off the TIE's at range. Be on your guard and ready to fall back. Try and save your missiles if possible though, I want that Star Destroyer's scalp to take home to the Fleet Commander.”
“Two, roger”
“Three, acknowledged.”
“Four, roger lead.”

The enemy swarm closed quickly towards the group like moths to flames. Kimiao looked down at his HUD and saw that the fighters were just about to come into range, the loud impatient repetitions associated with the missile lock on system seemed to take an age, and echoed through his helmet and bounced around inside of his small A-Wing's cabin. 'beep-beep, beep-beep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.'

“I've got a lock, Fox-1, Fox-2, weapons away.” he informed the group calmly. “3 and 4, check your one o'clock, 5 eyeballs coming fast. 2 stay on my wing, let's mix it up.”

The calmness of the vacuum of space erupted into thunderous silence with vivid greens, red, yellows and oranges as the group began to lock horns valiantly with the enemy. Kimiao did what most star fighter 'aces' of history in ages gone by had done, he stayed hovering just outside the fight, waiting for wounded or pilots in poor positions to pounce. A predator.

The fighting continued viciously for a couple of minutes until a ghost emerged from the mist with intent and the fervor to kill the commander. A TIE-Advanced had saw fit to fly straight through the melee up ahead and charge straight at Kimiao's bow. The young Mandalorian slammed his large left hand down on the control panel, flicking ferociously trying to divert as much power as possible to the engines from the weapons, shields and beam defense units. He used his already rapidly accelerating inertia to turn quickly towards the capital ships within his convey hoping for some assistance. Out of the glowing twilight above him on his left flank at 9 o'clock high, his visor glistened crimson red as he saw a trail fire from what he knew to be some rebel guardian angels. 4X-Wings whistled silently by and made quick work of the Imperial pilot who had underestimated Kimiao's resolve.

“Appreciate the assistance, gentlemen.” he chirped humbly. “Never liked the Advanced.”
“No problem Commander, we were late to the party.” he paused momentarily. “Not good at all pilots. I see a marauder, and 3 wings of TIE-Bombers on an intercept to our freighters. Let's turn and burn!” the X-Wing squadron commander rallied and the message cut off.
“A-Wings. New priority targets - Bombers are making a run on our freighters, port side. Ten Clicks out. Let's move.”

Kimiao's ship had by this point reached its terminal velocity and he sped through the lines of the convoy towards the group of tightly packed boomers. He flicked to missiles once again and cut his thrusters allowing inertia to coast him into range of the snugly bunched TIE-Bombers.

“Easy pickings. Fox-3, Fox-4, switching to guns.” he instructed as he manically flicked the controls with his outstretched left hand re-initializing the laser cannons and re-orienting his shield harmonics. He watched as the missiles flew ahead, he'd seen this many times before, and knew that the four bombers were already flying coffins, so he then used his right hand to expertly align to take a shot at the next group of what would be-Imperial flying caskets.