Prologue.

"Lieutenant Colonel Foxton...give me ramming speed",
The tech flinched at first, but then nodded. "Aye sir!"

As the forces of the Intruder Wing retreated, the MC-120 Darkstar rammed into the bottom of the SSD Revive, tearing the two ships apart. The SSD soon split into two parts and the MC-120 Darkstar, already cut in half, flung off into the other side, destroying both of the pieces. The last part of the SSD soon exploded in vacuum. There wasn't even rubble left of the Darkstar.

But that wasn’t the worst part just before the Darkstar had rammed the Super Star Destroyer AD Kevin’s Tie Interceptor Babylon and SA Dogger’s YT-2000 Aluminum Mallard had been destroyed killing both Sector Admiral Dogger and Admiral Kevin in the fireballs from the blasts of the Proton Torpedo’s heading for the Darkstar’s hanger. 90% of the fighters had either been destroyed or escaped when given the order.

"Lightning squadron… retreat." Hippie said sounding defeated.

"WATCH IT"! Master yelled through the comm as several fighters appeared out of no where. Narm, Brittania’s and Master’s ship were hit, thankfully the shields took the force of the blows. However Major Hippie and Ens. Maltrude were gunned down in an instant.

"Oh God" Narm said through the comm. not caring if any one was listening.

"Narm you just got promoted to Squadron Commander" Master said sighing heavily.

"Lightning Squad retreat" Narm said in a whisper as he felt a tear roll down his cheek and his Lightning Interceptor jumped forward into hyperspace where Narm’s silent sob’s couldn’t be heard.

Fate can be Cruel.

Two Lightning Interceptors screamed out of Hyperspace, Narm and Brittania were at the controls. Ahead of them they noticed the remenetes of Intruder Wing, it wasn’t a great deal but at least their was something. "Um Narm where’s Master"? Britt asked.

"Huh" Narm said checking his radar, but Master was nowhere to be seen.

"They must have got him when we jumped" Britt said.

"That’s not possible, I saw him jump before I did, so he entered hyperspace, so where the hell is he"? Narm sounded worried.

"All ships proceed to Platform Victory" The Comm officer broke in over the conversation.

"Suppose we better go, we can worry about finding Master when we get to Platform Victory" Narm added.

Master awoke with a start, he could feel the blood running down his forehead. Master’s Lightning Interceptor had jumped out of hyperspace unexpectedly throwing Master against his restraints which had snapped under the force and Master’ s head had hit the front console.

"Oww" he said rubbing his head.

After a few moments Master’s head stopped spinning so he checked the controls and got a damage report.

"Hmmm, doesn’t look good" Master said to himself, "Navi comp is wiped, engines are screwed, weapons are down, shields are burnt out and power core is leaking", Basically everything was damaged besides the life support and it was un-repairable unless he had a enclosed environmental suit, and the one he had on was only partly enclosed and was made for pilots use, he wouldn’t survive more than a few minutes in the deep cold of space. Basiclly his craft would have been in better condition if it had of been chewed up and spat out by a Rancor.

Master put his head in his hands trying to figure out how to live through this, his suit would only keep him alive for a limited time if the life support failed as well.