Stopping after the asteroid field, that has strained the pilot's crafts engines slightly, by a slight malfunctioning.

The teenaged, dirty blonde haired pilot yelled out to the T1-X, positioned in its small pit, enabling it to function with the malfunctioning that could have progressed over the flight. "T-man, get moving-we don’t have all day." He simply declared, leaning back in his seat in thinking thoroughly to himself.

The navigational staff was positioned between all his tools, enabling him to function through all the missiles, and other tools that function, manifesting a regular ship into one of a Star fighter. His eyes- the eyes of a 17 year old pilot, known well as Rock Howard for his rocky missions- were locked completely on the rod, in a thoughtful manner. His blonde eyebrows curved downward, intensifying his expression, as he firmed his visual jewels.

"Beep!" The sound of the T.I-X incepted his attention, throwing the Teenager in his seat, back into a position of focus. The beep was a signal of complete construction, and now he was to prepare for an attack.

Running his hand along the control panel, he emplaced the Rifle missiles in. His preparation was up, and only fate could hold his future. Grasping tightly upon the navigational rod, attired with many weaponry launching buttons. Securing those lethal launch buttons in his soft palm, he rolled it forward. Maneuvering the ship forward, with an adjustment of speed, he went blazing ahead. Sprinting through the stars, it seemed wind as rushing through the ship's body, blurring it of its normal image.

Abruptly stopping before the planet of Resiy, he took his eyes from the circular Orgin of life, and to a structure that hovered far over the planet. It was a structure, known only as a shipyard-for ship construction, and repair. The boy's lips curved back, before the realization became a visual within his brain.

There was to many Star fighters surrounding this place. It wont be that easy.

His voice boomed in his mental reality, not becoming as clears to him in psychical. Seconds of progression unfazed it, clearing it completely. The Teenager's lips plowed down, firming into a serious line. His expression was cold, and his hands were soft. Preparation was over, and the time for fate to do its magic had come.

Surging downward, it suicidal dived toward the few blockades, showcasing their guarding-mentality for the E.E rights for the shipyard. If it where to be destroyed, as Rock Howard’s had learned, he could gain a mild amount of credits, that could able him to repair a few parts on his ship, and gain a few heavy weaponry.

Placing his hand upon a small button about the top of the rod, excreting through the small pipe, located upon the edge of his wings, were thin lasers of red hue. Sizzling through the air, it burned through the bodies of the ships before him, destroying them after two stealth shots. Twirling downward, the ships ejected to the heaven's above, catching the attention of the guard pilots. Their eyes were thrown up in curiosity, and quickly knew of what was to happen. In the interior of the ship, Rock Howard placed his fingers about the control panel, and began the process of ejecting the large missiles, that would increase the damage to their blockade. The pilots quickly went flying forward, in preparation of the confrontation.

Rock Howard only lingered back in his seat, and slowly slimed his fingers down the rod. Pressing to the last two buttons, appointed upon the opposite sides of themselves on the shaft. Gradually the ship's navigational pole was absorbed inward, upon its small plate, excluding it from all the other controls. Two small shafts ejected, which came as controls for the ropes that had been stationed within the smaller pipes along side the frontier of the ship.

Pressing upon the points, as he maneuvered them, he trusted the two ropes outward, and the edges jolted their grapples upon it. Holding tightly, he pressed upon the control panel, and two large cannons maneuvered, and plunged two highly powerful explosive missiles. Charging through the mental exterior, they imploded the two Starships. Unleashing his ropes in time without injuring their delicately, he strolled them back in.

Holding still, he stealth fully awaited the next attack, so he could destroy of them in groups, and then go about his business upon the attack upon the shipyard. Suddenly, two large shots came strolling toward him, in a fast pace-with the time of reaction nearly passing by. Grasping upon the rod, a sudden shockwave of the "Force" came through his being, and he contrived his ship in an adjustment that wouldn't able him to be injured, or temporarily damaged by the attacks. In an exposure of love of breath, a relieving sigh came from his vocal box, and lungs. Pressing outward, he slowly ran his eyes upward, staring at his surroundings.

Rolling his eyes, visually grasping the image of the shooter, he came rushing toward him, preparing for the attack. Violently, and swiftly running his fingers about the control panel like a keyboard, Rock Howard came to an end, where he had the disintegration controls installed. Emerging from a small slit upon the top of his ship was a missile. Grasping upon the Sniper locating, he placed it neatly before his eyes. Squinting his left eye, and uprising his cheek he stared ahead with his right. Preparation was finished, and completed, and now as that emit of the triggering.

Emitting the furry of the disintegration blast. The thin, but everlasting thin line of red heat went rushing ahead, slowly vanquishing of its power.

"Man, I can’t keep this up much longer. I better begin the E.E shipyard attack." Rock Howard voice was stern, and loud, emerging from the cockpit to his beep language friend.

Cascading his dowel with his hand, he dived downward toward the shipyard, which E.E had so powerfully had the rights over to use, when needed. Shooting down at the droids that were working. Destruction roamed the shipyard, completely cascading the few certain spots, amongst the large ship construction center. Included with the target of his quick shots were the ships, and a few small placements where the droids were ejected, to work. Large sounds of booms, and bangs went roaming through the hallow sound of space, before he swarmed out of the scene quickly, back toward the back of the blockade.

Swirling about, they began firing abruptly toward him, in a large flare. Weaving, and whirling through, with an unnoticeable touch of the "Force" guiding him through his troubles, and tribulations he came outward from the area, barley untouched. The edge of his wing was scave by a tremendously large flaring gun ray, placing fire upon his ship.

Heading out of the range of their shots, he knew he would have enough damage to their shipyard to gain the cash, and went downward to the planet he was previously upon, to get a small repairing.

He had did the smallest of damage, but it would come out indeed on his account, or he would have to visit with the Empire.

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