[ IP ] Challenge : Take any picture from /r/ImaginaryJedi , Tell its story .

Hey guys, first time submitting. I used [ this ] ( https: //cdn2.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/468/778/large/paul-johnson-starwars-pilot.jpg? 1446979158 ) image to inspire me. Hope you enjoy! 
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 ‘ Well shit.. ’ 
 
 SX234 stared at his fighter, bemusement warring with frustration. He had been assigned as Lord Vader ’ s overwatch, meant to trail his fighter trio from an elevated distance to compensate for the TIE fighter ’ s lack of sensors and the limited plasteel window ’ s viewing angle. Without him they were prone to attacks from above. 
 
 
 His helmet communicator chirped and he suddenly heard the deep voice of his commander calmly admonishing him. “ Essex, Lord Vader has already departed with Kaygee and Eminem. Get your ass on your ship or Lord Vader will see you and me carted off to Kessel. ” 
 
 
 No matter, he was one of the best pilots on this battle station and he would catch up to his flight wing quickly enough once the blasted deckhands would bring up his ladder. Memories from the night before allowed Essex to give a slight chuckle before calling in a confirmation to his commander. 
 
 He had gotten into a bit of a fracas with the senior mechanic, Tarkus, over a small gambling dispute that had gotten out of hand. His commander had warned him to stop going into the gambling holes near his own hangar, but the boys down here brewed the best glitterstim ale on the station. 
 Too bad the deckhands were all Tarkus ’ cronies and had decided to pay him back for the bacta trip he had given their leader by removing the ladders and walkways into his ship. Luckily the tie was outfitted with handrails along the wing, bet these took significantly longer to scale. 
 
 He moved off to the wing and muttered to himself. “ Once these blasted rebels are taken care of, I ’ ll have to try and make amends with Tarkus. ” Even if it was only so that his commander would go easy on him for being late to the slaughter. 
 
 
 As he clambered up the rungs he heard a voice beneath him bellow. “ Essex! A small greeting from Tarkus and the following message: May the fucking force reject you! ” 
 
 Essex threw out his free arm and made a rude gesture before clambering further up the steps, another voice in his communicator urging him to continue the climb. “ Fall back, I ’ ll take the leader! ” 
 
 
 His wing had already joined the fight, and with a few more steps he jumped up onto the TIE ’ s top hatch. Essex flipped the lid and dropped down into his cockpit, preparing to fire up the engines. Pressing the ignition however produced only the droopy sound of a twin ion engine stalling. Something that was near impossible unless done deliberately. These boys were really out to get him. 
 
 Essex threw his helmet down onto his seat and climbed back up his cockpit ladder. A cascade of colorful swearwords flowing from his mouth mere moments before his existence was ended by a bright flash of light. 
 

