Tippy opens her comm
"Found em. I'm gonna need the rest of you guys up here asap. We got six advanced amigos looking to play hardball. I'm just a loving strike aircraft with 3 HSMs."
Tippy arms her missles wishing Roger was at her side right about now.
"Got it."
I put on full afterburners and head towards Tippy's position.
Two of the Imperial planes lock and fire on Tippy, and one fires on Tourist. The rest fly straight past them, intent on attacking the cruiser.

: We're under attack by Imperial aircraft! Where did these guys come from!?

: Must've lucked out and been on patrol when we hit the airbase.

: So... they're probably running low on fuel or something now, right? We just have to wait it out?

: Don't count on it.
