Flying with Dad as Wing man

Dreamed I was flying in a Star Wars B-wing heavy assault fighter, Dad was my wingman and I was trying to get him to take out the missile launchers on a star destroyer while I targeted the shield generators and kept the interceptors from nailing us. We were supposed to have a group of four A-wings as escorts, but they got involved in a dogfight with some TIE interceptors and had got pretty shot up. I was hoping we could get the star destroyer with Ion cannons to prevent it from leaving long enough for reinforcements to arrive to finish it off. We had to time our torpedo launches and turn away to distract the return fire from the incoming missiles.  Not to mention by firing without getting the missile lock we'd not alert their defenses until the ordinance struck home. Unfortunately Dad waited just a little too long and got a lock-on before firing. The SD scrambled a flight of 4 TIE Interceptors and a couple of TIE bombers, probably with missiles. Just then Rogue two reported in and shot past us to counter the interceptors. I radioed to go after the bombers, we could take a few minutes of attacks from the interceptors.

This morning was driving something, too big and heavy for soft ground, in a swamp. Yep. This is sometimes how I see my life.

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