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- Observation towers were spaced about 100 meters apart along the catwalk and a combination of flood lights, detection sensors, and droids were used to maintain security. Fett's current position put him roughly 50 meters from the two flanking towers. It was a good distance, but he didn't think it would be enough to avoid detection. Fett activated his internal comlink. It was time for a little distraction...
- Slave I roared over the treeline, screaming toward the garrison base at full speed. Its sophisticated sensor-jamming array was fully powered and the hull itself was magnetically polarized to scramble and confuse enemy scans. As it was, the base was taken by surprise. On its first pass the ship delivered a frighteningly potent volley of concussion missiles, proton torpedoes, blaster bolts, and ion blasts. The attack was so fierce that the base's powerful deflector shields fluctuated and the entire structure shuddered with the impact. "See?" Xarran shouted from the command center. "The man has grown desperate! He knows there's no way in so he resorts to a suicide run." He focused his gaze on Rivo. "Everyone makes mistakes, sooner or later. And I will make sure it is his last." Standing at one of the tactical stations, Tyrix turned to his standing officer. "All turbolaser turrets are primed and ready, sir." Xarran squeezed his gloved hand into a tight fist. "Fire at will! Blow him out of the sky!" As Slave I circled for another pass, six heavy twin laser turrets mounted around the building opened fire, followed by the thunderous roar of the three heavy twin turbolaser turrets from the upper level of the base. Unfortunately, the heavy weapons were slow to fire and even slower to track such a swift target. Fett's ship executed an amazing series of maneuvers that allowed it to continue its strafing run while dancing around the green swarm of angry laser bolts. Twisting, turning and rolling, Slave I delivered a vicious counterattack capped by a full spread of proton torpedoes that punched a gaping hole in the base's
- deflectors. In return. Fett's ship took some minor damage, but easily eluded any critical hits.
- Slave I executed a quick Segnor's Loop and moved into position for another assault. "It's not working," Tyrix said, slamming a hand onto his console. "That ship's just too fast for our turrets to track. We're barely touching him and he's already knocked three quarters of our shield generators off-line." The damage control screen flashed the grim news. "Another run like that and he'll leave us defenseless!" "No one is that good," Xarran thundered. The General was shaking with rage. "Launch the entire squadron. I want every TIE we have in the air now."
- Nodding, Tyrix punched the intercom, calling for all pilots to report to their spacecraft.
- Slave I soared through the skies, taking potshots at the 40 TIE fighters giving chase. Fett hated to see such an unfair fight, but there was nothing he could do about it. His ship was faster, more maneuverable, and bristled with twice as much weaponry as all the fighters put together. And unlike the TIES, Slave l had shields. The Imperial fighters were hopelessly outmatched, even with the rather simplistic combat routines he had preprogrammed into the ship. The attacks on the garrison were typical Rebel strafing runs the Empire had so much trouble dealing with, while the evasive maneuvers against the TIES were randomized according to sensor information. Fett avoided having Slave I be too aggressive with the fighters. Pre-programming was still no match for a live pilot.
- All things considered, it was a good distraction, but would be over relatively soon. He was going to have to hurry. -Pg.32-38
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