As he usually did in these situations, Aldrear immediately regretted the lack of a co-pilot. The cockpit of a D-5 Mantis could be manned by a single person, but it was still a few steps larger than your average one-manned starfighter. Aldrear launched into the familiar flurry of action that accompanied such predicaments, first launching the ship into a series of programmed evasive manouvers. Following that he angled his deflector shields against the streams of red and green that had begun to pour from the enemy craft. Then he was warming up his own weapons in preparation to punch through the makeshift blockade. And after that he was at his ship's computer, keying in a few commands that launched an analysis scan on the mysterious attackers. And finally he was taking back control of the ship, and making his way for the surface of the planet. His only hope was that the defenders of Tython, most likely Jedi Pilots from the Enclave, didn't mistake him fo-
His ship rocked as several new flashes of light began to assault his ship from the front. He followed the laser fire back to a cluster of ships approaching from the planet.
"Wonderful" Aldrear commented, before putting the ship through a tuck and roll, narrowly avoiding a collision with another ship and a stream of turbolaser fire. A frigate crossed into his path of descent and the ensuing blare told Aldrear it was preparing to fire on him. He blinked, as the class and make of the frigate scrolled across one of the monitors. He knew this type of ship, knew a lesser known move that could be used to exploit an unusual quirk in the design. It was lesser known in that Aldrear was the only one who had been crazy enough to consider it as an option.
"It'll work" he assured himself.
Diverting most of the ship's power to the forward shields, Aldrear accelerated and began locking in his own target. Ignoring a hit that caused the cabin lights to flicker, Aldrear stared straight ahead, completely focused on the task ahead.
Five hundred meters.
Four hundred meters.
Two hundred and fifty meters.
Aldrear entered the frigate's right-side docking bay and immediately opened fire with everything he had at the wall directly in front of him. The thin wall that, incidentally, was the only thing separating him from the ship's second docking bay. The hole he'd made was a tad small, and Aldrear braced himself as his ship crashed through, and exited the left-side docking bay.
Aldrear came to the conclusion that something was wrong a split-second before the alarm came on.
He was missing a booster engine. And a stabilizer.
Resuming his frantic pace, Aldrear began keying away at every control panel he see, trying to find a helpful option. The ship shuddered as it passed through the gravitational field and Aldrear concluded that his time was just about up. The best thing he could do was curl up and hold on.
Oh, and hope he didn't die.