        "Break Right"
        Seeing the fighter coming towards him, Ríno had no doubt that it didn't want to stop for a chat.
        "This is Lieutenant Ríno of the Correllian Freelance Security Force. We are on a Training Mission. We have no hostile intent. Repeat; We have NO hostile intent." he said, preparing a Proton Torpedo. Just in case, he told himself.
        Seeing a powerful flash of blaster light, he realised that this tact wasn't going to work.
        "Greens 4,5 and 6. Get yourselves out of here. Tell Command what's happening. The rest of us are flying cover." He said. Hoping that the two he'd chosen to remain were up to the task.
        "Roger." Two eager voices sounded over the ship-to-ship comms. Those of the remainder of Green Squadron, he knew.
        Dammit, he thought, as he was tailed by one of the still unidentified fighters. Seeing more coming in, he tapped the High Power comms. Knowing that the long range transmission would show them up like a beacon to every ship with a scanner and might bring all sorts in. Good or bad. He started to speak.
        "This is Green Squadron from Correlia. We're on a training mission. We are under attack and we need assistance."
        Pulling a loop, he took one of the enemies out, as another one scraped his fuel tank with a torpedo.
        Seeing the fighter coming towards him, Ríno had no doubt that it didn't want to stop for a chat.
        "This is Lieutenant Ríno of the Correllian Freelance Security Force. We are on a Training Mission. We have no hostile intent. Repeat; We have NO hostile intent." he said, preparing a Proton Torpedo. Just in case, he told himself.
        Seeing a powerful flash of blaster light, he realised that this tact wasn't going to work.
        "Greens 4,5 and 6. Get yourselves out of here. Tell Command what's happening. The rest of us are flying cover." He said. Hoping that the two he'd chosen to remain were up to the task.
        "Roger." Two eager voices sounded over the ship-to-ship comms. Those of the remainder of Green Squadron, he knew.
        Dammit, he thought, as he was tailed by one of the still unidentified fighters. Seeing more coming in, he tapped the High Power comms. Knowing that the long range transmission would show them up like a beacon to every ship with a scanner and might bring all sorts in. Good or bad. He started to speak.
        "This is Green Squadron from Correlia. We're on a training mission. We are under attack and we need assistance."
        Pulling a loop, he took one of the enemies out, as another one scraped his fuel tank with a torpedo.