“Fighters nearly in firing range, Master!” Jumping from her seat and pulling the dress up so she wouldn’t trip over it Shamila ran off to take place in the gunner turret.
“This is the 4th Imperial Fighter Squadron of the Nar Shaddaa Garrison,” a voice sounded over the comm.-system. “Former general Vhiran Ashukahwa and Jedi Shamila. In the name of the Galactic Empire you are hereby placed under arrest. Follow us to the surface and no one will be harmed. Any attempt at resistance will result in your immediate termination.” Looking up for just a moment, Vhiran could see the fighters had surrounded them from all sides. They meant business. No use bluffing his way out of it now. He remained silent as he carefully steered the ship out of its position where it faced the planet. “Stop making suspicious movements and follow us to the surface or we will have to resort to force,” the squadron leader continued.
“Not today, I’m afraid,” Vhiran mumbled and opened contact with the gunner position. “Shamila, break their formation. Warning shots only, no lethal fire.”
“Understood, Master,” the young Padawan replied. The moment she fired a short salvo in front of them, several fighters broke rank to dodge the incoming laser fire and Vhiran pushed the thrusters. At high speed he flew through the hole Shamila had struck in the fighter formation.
“You just signed your death warrant, Jedi!” the squadron leader yelled through the comm.-system. “All fighters, attack! Shoot to kill!”
Immediately the Jedi Knight started to shoot upwards to avoid the first shots of the incoming fighters. Three enemy pilots had anticipated the move though and followed him.
“Master, what should I do?” Shamila called out in panic.
Vhiran gnashed his teeth. Loria Ashukahwa, Shamila’s old Master as well as a distant cousin of Vhiran’s and no less than a fighter ace, had taught him a lot about space combat and normally he had no trouble taking out fighters. But, all enemy craft he had fought were droids, and these were living pilots. I have to get us out of here… If I don’t, then Shamila, and Bultar… Vhiran spun to get past the three fighters on his tail, but just barely evaded the four that appeared in front of him.
“Master!” Shamila screamed through the comm.
“Give up Jedi!” the squadron leader called again. “You’re clearly outnumbered!”
The Jedi Knight lowered his head for a fraction of a moment. I’m sorry…, he thought before turning to the enemy leader again. “But I’m definitely not outmatched! Shamila, open fire!” he yelled to his Padawan.
“Yes, Master!” Within the next second two of the three fighters who were continuously sticking on their tail exploded, causing a large ball of fire that took the third down with them and leaving countless pieces of shimmering dust in their wake as the flames faded.
“Almost done!” Vhiran called over the sounds of the roaring engine and laser fire as another fighter in front of them was blown apart. He gritted his teeth again. Another life wasted… It didn’t matter to him if the pilot was an enemy or an ally. He despised it every time he was forced to take a life to save his own. But, I’m doing this to save others as well, right? Right?! If I die, then… Laser fire from above awoke him from his thoughts. He steered to the right and felt a minor shock to the ship as the beams just scratched past the wing. A salvo of red laser beams fired upwards and took out the two responsible fighters. “Done!” he called to Shamila. “Coordinates set! Hold on!” He checked before him to see if nothing was in his way, then slammed the button that shot the ship off into hyperspace.