A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, an Imperial shuttle escorted by no less than four academy pilots in Tie fighters was making its way through the Eneftiess system. Known for its piracy (and cheap, flat beer) it was no surprise that they were jumped by smuggler Han Solo and a couple of X-Wing pilots, one from red squadron and the other his padawan rookie pilot.
The Imperial fleet steamed slightly to port, in a formation wrapped tighter than Han Solo in cryptonite. The Millenium Falcon deployed far left and proceeded to lazily circle to starboard like a gunship, using its turret weapons to rain red tainted pew-pew death. The X-Wings rushed up at fully speed, eager to win some medals. As movement orders each turn are all planned in advance and kept secret, it's natural to see some creative air traffic control. Despite there only being seven ships navigating nine square feet of space, a scrum quickly developed in two turns
The rebel pilots had it on good authority there was a significant bounty to be had in the destruction of the Imperial shuttle, rumoured to be carrying an emergency shipment of Kiwi's finest helmet polish for a certain Darth Vader. This led to all their fire being directed at the shuttle, which led to the Tie fighters living much longer than they expected to. While the rebels pounded the shuttle's shields, the Imperials pummelled the rebels' own shields.
The shuttle eventually makes a break through the swirling dogfight and legs it, with the piece of junk that made the Kessel Run in less than twelve parsecs in pursuit. The X-Wings (badly damaged and soon to be ex-wings) put one Tie fighter down, and having read somewhere that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, head right for the shuttle, pursued by a triplet of Tie fighters.
The Tie Fighters finally take the remaining two X-Wings down, but not before they add some damage to the shuttle. True to his name, Captain Solo sweeps around to engage the shuttle and its escorts all on his own.
Success! The shuttle is finally unable to hold out and collapses in a fiery storm of silence because in space no-one can hear you scream. Or burn. The Tie Fighters have by now pummelled half of the Millenium Falcon into little bits that even Chewbacca couldn't put back together. Han decides to put some space between him and the fighters, hoping to engage them one at a time, and locks in his course....
...leading him off the table. Fail. Counting as being destroyed, it leads to an Imperial victory for some very surprised academy pilots, who needed to look it up in a dictionary.
This game was great fun, rather than the fiery death and endless collisions everywhere that's encountered when using only small ships, the larger ships provide some neat abilities and provide good anchors to the game.
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