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In reflection of the past two missions out of this batch, Dagger squadron still somehow managed to keep to itself, which was...disturbing, for someone who expected an awful lot of through traffic. The A-Wing from the previous mission got busted up from those two platforms, but at least Jay's signature model was waiting for him this go-round.

Once in, a few warnings flashed his way, things he was trying to deal with for a few days now. There was no time left, as he had to fly now. So off he went, to the huge Shipyards.

He was greeted by a jaw-dropping collection of stations and starships of all sizes, including one trophy SSD off in the distance. It bounced, then a second later, it vanished into hyperspace. First order of business was what it always has been: dump the rockets on the nearest big target. The reload/command ship wasn't in the area yet, so in the meantime, he figured he'd take a few turbolasers and sacrifice some shields in the process. This went without a hitch.

Help finally arrived, and he went to restock as fast as he can, but on the way out. the Liberty painted him with missiles. He muttered to himself, "This is ridiculous." A series of flares and head-on laser shots later, and eventually the distraction exhausted itself.

There wasn't much a single fighter could do to save his friendlies out there in the midst of a dozen stationary batteries with thrice that in TIE Advanced. On the other hand, survival has always been the name of the game, something the regular recruit pilots could never grasp. Sometimes, that meant picking one or two off, but that was nowhere near as important as abusing the Golan platforms.

At least 20 minutes have passed, and with the main starships dispersed and the lesser names already on the casualty list, the rest of resistance was mostly shipyards and repairyards, with minimal armaments remaining. From here, the A-Wing systems began to hiccup, so Jay felt it would be unwise to try and restock warheads again, lest he risk all his hard-earned progress.

In time, the last few platforms roasted and the cruisers already zipped back from where they came, and Jay followed, minutes behind given his positioning in relation. Finally getting back, there was no denying the work was stellar by any stretch of the imagination, but he was glad to simply plow through the glitch minefield blocking all previous efforts. Now, it was time to hit the showers and await the next phase...