He brought his X-Wing into as tight a turn as it would manage, rolling it along its wingtips. Red pulses dashed above and below him as he danced, evading the Valkyrie’s weapons lock. “He’s staying on me, Two. Slip ‘em!”
His wingman acknowledged with action, slipping out of line and sliding his snubfighter until he was in line with the pursuer. Yet the enemy didn’t waiver, pouring fire at its target. Tycho did not hesitate either, pumping quadburst after quadburst of cannon fire into the Federation fighter. And as the smoke cleared, neither Rogue questioned their actions or what was bound to happen next.
Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge. It takes a lot for friends to become enemies. A disagreement, differences in morals or values, or a secret kept hidden deep down. But once that trust is broken, how deep does the fissure run?
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