OOC: Have fun Mad...You're all alone on that one IC: Evan's four squadrons of Z-95s flew towards the large starship, a hulking grey mass. Numerous freighters and other transports sat around it, commencing the resupply operation. The strategy was the same as always. When will the Empire learn how to counter it? Seemingly at the last moment, the TIEs were launched. "Twenty-four eyeballs inbound, you know what to do." The fighters moved slowly to insure staying by the fleet. Evan watched as the TIEs came screeming towards them. Reckless fools, they will pay dearly indeed. The corvettes' guns opened fire as the TIEs came in range. Most of them scrambled and managed to escape, but a few didn't move quick enough and were vaporized "Remember, they're scattered and shocked. Get in your hunting groups." Twelve groups of four Z-95s assembled and moved to hunt the TIEs down, one by one. Evan's group had little luck, one of his pilots peeled off and destroyed one but in turn got one on his tail. The three other Z-95s moved straight on him and the TIE was destroyed, leaving Green 3 with nothing but reduced shields. "Good shooting, are they all gone?" "Twenty-four destroyed, sir." The Y-wings were also having great sucess. They had destroyed and chased off all the freighters and the shields of the star destroyer had been reduced to nothing thanks to a few volleys of torpedoes. The three dreadnoughts were now pounding it with ion cannons. The groups of transports had arrived and now sat at the ready, waiting for the one sided fight to end. The star destroyed attempted to concentrated its fire on the Pride, but all it did was create some minor damage. One by one its systems were shut down. The transports began to move in. Victory is ours.....