My flying Is Excellent

Oscar flew fast and straight towards the space port. They would arrive in two hours at the speed he was going, as long as nothing went wrong, but that's just when the problems started happening.

Oscar was flying for hald an hour when his radar started to show other aircraft flying towards him. He could not shake the feeling that this was not going to be a good encounter and he was right. Only seconds later did he see that it was Icillian fighters and a five of them. That means that the Icillian fleet made it to planet and is engaged with the Federation forces in space. They did not have much time left.

Oscar made a few adjustments and prepared for a fight.

"Listen up we have enemy fighter coming at us, prepare for evasive maneuvers. Everyone strap down and hold on tight" He spoke through the ships speakers so that everyone on board could hear him. He only hoped that everyone had enough time to strap themselves in.

Seconds later, Oscar hit the boosters and the ship accelerated. Activating his defensive weapons his ship began to open fire through the gun emplacements. It only took seconds for him and the Icillian fighters to fly past each other, Oscar even managed to damage one of the fighters. He did not turn around and continued flying straight, heading for the space port and the protective defensive emplacements surrounding it was his only hope of making it alive.

The enemy fighters turned around and began to follow him. Once they got into range they opened fire, shooting super heated plasma at him. The shields were able to take most of the damage, but they would not last long.

It was obvious that the Icillian fighter were must faster the Oscars dropship so fleeing was not an option. If he tried to run away, he would most definitely be shot down. His only option was to fight them and take each fighter out.

While the fighters were faster, Oscar's dropship was much more armored, had more weapons and could make sharper turns.

Oscar kept dodging left and right, slowly the fighters closed in on his ship. When the fighters were about 50 yards behind, Oscar pulled up and slowed down. The fighter quickly flew past. Maxing power to his engines, Oscar lined himself up behind one of the fightersnd fired his autocannon. Hundreds of armor piercing bullets poured out and made their way towards the unfortunate enemy craft, hitting the engine, causing an explosion, destroying the craft.

"That's one fighter down and only three to go" Oscar though to himself.

By this point the enemy fighters broke off and made their way behind Oscar's ship. Once again Oscar had to dodge, trying to avoid as much of the incoming fire.

The fighters were much more cautious and kept a bigger distance from the ship. They would not let Oscar pull the same trick again. His Hub showed that his shields were down to 60% and his engines were starting to overheat from the strain.

Alarms started blasting in the cockpit as the missile lock alarm came on, warning Oscar of the enemy's missile. Oscar activated his defense flares and banked left. Three of the missiles went after the flares but the fourth one stayed on his tail, slowly getting closer.

With the danger of overheating his engines, Oscar hit the boosters and his ship began to accelerate at an amazing rate. This bought him a few extra seconds while he figured out how he could survive. His shields would withstand the blow but would definitely be drained, leaving him without much protection against the firepower of the other three fighters.

An idea popped into Oscar's head. Weather it would work or not remained to be seen. In the academy Oscar learned that Icillian fighters used heat tracking missiles. These missiles were very hard to dodge as they would lock onto a ships heat signature. Remember this lesson, Oscar came up with his brilliant and at the same time idiotic idea, and if not for the dire situation he finds himself I , ur would never even think of attempting it.

Oscar quickly pulled up hard on the controls and ascended at a near vertical level, the missile still following him close behind. Pushing his engines even harder, trying to gain a bit more distance. With a slit second course correction, he shuts down all power on the ship, inertia keeping him moving forward for a few seconds before his ship starts to free fall back down towards the planet.

The missile flies right past, barely missing his hull. Quickly turning power back on, Oscar opens fire o. the missile, destroying it. He gains control of the ship and continues moving down to the planets surface, there the three enemy fighters were at.

That was one more advantage his fat dropship had over the fighters, he could fly higher then the fighters. Oscar turned on his missiles guidance system and locked on two of the fighters. Firing, two missiles left the missile launchers on his ship and made their way towards the fighters. The Icillians tried to dodge but his missiles were special. When his missiles got within 50 feet of the fighters they broke apart, revealing numerous smaller missiles.

These smaller missiles, sped up and rammed right into the two fighters, destroying both instantly, leaving only one enemy fighter left. The last fighter was the one Oscar had damaged in the beginning of the fight.

Preparing for the next engagement, Oscar lined himself up for another pass, but the Icillian fighter broke off and retreated from the battlefield. Oscar managed to stay alive.

"Enemy fighters are down and we are now clear" Oscar said over the ship speakers.

Over the radio he could hear the commanders exhausted voice and the voice of someone he was unfamiliar with.

"What the hell kind of flying was that! Your a lunatic! Where did you learn to fly!" The unfamiliar voice rang in his ear.

"Calm down Dr. Highmore. The kid got us through it in one piece, that's the best we could hope for" replied the familiar voice of commander Harris.

"I do not appreciate being tossed around like a ball. You may have gotten us out alive but if any of my equipment is damaged you will face serious repercussions". Dr. Highmore's voice rang out.

Stressed as the result of the intense battle and with the adrenaline pumping through his gains, Oscar was not in a good mood and the last thing he wanted to hear was the complaints of a nerdy scientist who is ungrateful for having his life saved.

Sure it wasn't the most graceful flying he has ever done but his flying was excellent. What did a scientist even know about flying or piloting during a battle.

"Your welcome Dr. Highmore" Oscar responded. "My flying is excellent" he continues.

"If you are not satisfied with my piloting then I can land the ship and you can walk the rest of the way to the space port".

His last remark left Dr. Highmore speechless. Never had he been talked back to by some snot nosed brat. He didn't know how to respond.

With a grin on his face commander Harris spoke up "Good Job Oscar. Now get us to the space port as soon as you can. we have to get off the planet as soon as possible."

And with those words, Oscar made a direct heading for the space port.