Evan's Z-95 sailed off into space. In front of him was the Imperial convoy, behind him the dreadnought, Pride. His group of 24 Z-95s quickly assembled together. From the other dreadnought came the squadron of Y-wings. Ahead two squadrons of tie fighters flied out to meet them. General Hechtman was excited and nervous, but he knew his men were ready. They will not fail me.... The Z-95s waited around the dreadnought and then, when the ties began to close with them, moved out ot intercept them. At the last moment they broke off and seperated as the Rebel capitol ships opened fire. The plan worked to perfection. The ties quickly scattered and the unprepared pilots were obviously shocked. Undertrained and underequipped. The Z-95s then mercilessly hunted them down in groups of two. Evan quickly moved against a tie, then heard his partner requesting help over the comm. He found Green 2 and a tie on top of him. At the last moment he manuvered wildly...and left the tie within Evan's crosshairs. Three ties had wandered too close to the dreanoughts and been captured. Two Z-95s had been lost, but only one pilot. Meanwhile the Y-wings had disabled the Imperial corvette and were now disabling freighter after freighter. Rebel transports arrived and captured the corvette and freighters. The strike cruiser apparantly had no intention of engaging in combat. As soon as it was apparant the Rebels would win, she had slipped away. Imperial reinforcements had been worried about, but the Imperials were obviously lax and nothing helped the doomed convoy. Totals: 1 corvette and 11 freighters captured. Three freighters had been destroyed fleeing and 7 had gotten away. A decent load of supplies had been captured and the Imperials would now have to increase defenses on the hundreds of convoys that were traveling about their Empire. Evan smiled, knowing the operatioin had been a total sucess. Support would continue to grow for the Rebellion. OOC: Just a little something to get us started...