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Warning: This is funny (in my opinion)



Chapter Fifteen -cont'd



" Jendara 245! Halt! You are not cleared for lift-off!" Omega ignored the warning and revved up the engines. The bay door stood wide, inviting him to throttle forward and soar out into endless, star-filled space. The very idea energized him. It seemed like since he'd set foot in the Conquerer an oppresive air had weighed on him. Now the weight lifted, and he felt exhilaration as he raised the ship.

"Repeat, you are not cleared for lift-off! This is your second warning!" As he poured on the power, the sound of the engines all but drowned out the loudspeaker. He wheeled and faced the bay door, which was slowly closing.

"This is your third warning, Jendara 245! If you continue we will be forced to prevent your leaving the hangar!" Omega reached down and turned down the audio. He could still faintly hear it as he slowly started to move forward.

"Are you unable to stop your ship, pilot? We are sending out a tractor beam." Omega was already leaving the Star Destroyer as that comment drifted over his com. Then the Jendara shuddered and strained, and slowly, inexorably was drawn back towards the yawning bay. He gave it full throttle, and winced to hear the little ship's engines strain and rev valiantly. Still he could not escape the tractor beam.

"Do not attempt to escape, Jendara 245. [b]You are caught in a tractor beam and will only burn out your engines."[b]

"Thanks for telling me!" Omega yelled, without bothering to switch on his com. The com continued inexorably.

"As you seem unable to stop, we will do it for you. Repeat, you are caught in a tractor beam. If you try to evade it you will burn ou-" Omega flipped the audio off and continued trying to escape. The Darkspray bucked violently as the beam grew stronger, and then the ship streaked away. As Omega increduously watched, another, less powerful Darkspray-type ship veered crazily towards him. Then the ship went kamikazi, sheering dangerously towards the Star Destroyer. Then he understood.



Devan was trying out the controls of his new ship. He cut behind that seemingly-dead ship and happily pressed the first button that caught his eye. The Rain Mantis began flying in a serpentine manner, and he realized the button read "evade". He pressed it again, experimentally, and began to wish that he'd buckled in as the ship began zipping up, down, left and right. Dizzily he took his finger off of it and the Mantis settled down.

Then he realized he was heading directly for one of the Star Destroyer's many sets of guns.

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!" His yell was cut off by the autopilot taking over, and he veered away from the huge Conquerer as it sped up on its route to Firen. As he sped towards the other ship, which was now streaking towards the back of the Star Destroyer, he wondered if this type of flying could be called insane.



"He just broke that tractor beam! Who is tha-" The ship veered back towards him, and he throttled up to avoid collision. He couldn't see the pilot through the tinted cockpit, but one thing was sure.

"This guy is totally mad. Wonder how good the weaponry on this thing is. . .?" Only one way to find out. Although he already knew, he couldn't wait to try out those new torpedoes on that crazy pilot. Although the way he was flying, Omega'd need heat-seekers!

"Blast it! Those evil, murdering scum!" Omega was almost surprised by his outburst. But the reason was heading straight for him, all guns blazing. . .

When these guys want someone dead, they won't stop. . .



That's all for now. . . C'ya!