Hello fellow star pilots.
We had a scramble alert on Wednesday morning. The klaxton went off and I tripped over my own feet trying to find my boots.
I don't know which Admiral is trying to score points with the Galactic Congress, but this rash of alerts and simulation is starting to get a little old.
Anyway, Rogue Squadron was not the first to get out of the flight bay, so we will need to work on that, but being second when the first squadron (Jed Narwick's Condor Dragons) has three less birds to send out, is still good.
We all flew around into our defensive postures and then got the word. The whole fleet was making a jump... to Hoth. * Oh Man!
A couple of hours later all four squadrons of x-wings were swooping around a derelict star destroyer that had some drones shooting back. The master computer system was tracking hits and operating the tie-drones. Actually this system was doing a good job of fighting back.
You may not know, but one of the big attributes of a full dark lord is the ability to control many people through the force. The dark side lets one leader plan and execute military tactics without the need of verbal or electronic communications (that can be jammed).
I found out later that this alert was executed just to test this new software, and I was a very realistic simulation. When the smoke cleared, Rogue squadron lost only five of the twelve birds. Everyone else lost at least half their group, either damaged or destroyed.
We all thought that it was good fun, especially because no one actually was hurt, and we were forming up to return to the carrier when the second phase of our alert was announced: bivouac on Hoth! And I did not pack my long-johns!
So, we swooped down and started blasting out ice caverns. We made caves large enough to park our fighters (two in a cave), then pulled out our survival kits and prepared to sit out the long, long, cold night. We kept two birds in the air for as long as possible to watch for any wompas. I spent most of my time checking up on the squadron and making sure that they all had the necessities for surviving.
Actually, the hard part of this type of survival is keeping your cave warm enough to prevent frostbite yet not so warm that you are swimming in ice water. Sure enough, the next morning, three birds had to be chipped out of the ice.
So, we took off the next morning (I doubt anyone got any real sleep), and then had another mock battle. Those units that were knocked out the night before got to head to the carrier, which made things tougher for the rest of us.
I guess someone had made adjustments to the enemy system because it ended up wiping out all four squadrons. So, now I am back on the carrier waiting for the evaluation results, and then I will need to sit down with the other squadron commanders and go over tactics. There goes my weekend.