Stranded and in need of help.
We had just exited hyperspace and thought we were in the clear, when from behind a moon flew a nasty swarm of ships, a motley swarm if you please. We had no choice to engage and let Senator Amidala speed to safety.
We flew at them head on, took a few down on our way through them, their cannon fire punching space to the right of us. Except instead of space there was a Naboo Royal Yacht.
"Senator what are you doing! Fly to safety retreat to the planet's surface!"
"Oh mee gee it's just like I totally forgot how to turn off the auto and I’m locked onto one of those things you're flying. Like get these ships off me."
I had no choice I flew on towards the planet, the Yacht following, and then its engine was hit, and we had begun atmospheric re-entry. I jammed on the reverse thrusters and brought my right wing under the fuselage of the ship.
"Target, get into position on the other side of the ship, we have to guide this ship down safely."
"Roger that Rage."
We lost the engines on our fighters in the last few seconds of re-entry, and so down we plummeted all the way into the jungle where he remains of the ships hang above us now.
Jon Intergalactic Gladiator:
You'd rather be on Hoth?
Yes, I would, last time I was there I didn't get to try all the snow sports, I'm thinking of taking up Snow Boarding next time I'm there.