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  1. The X-Wing’s fuselage rocked as it sped through the remnants of concussive blasts, the lower half of the shield screen becoming an opaque green-white as the shield generator worked to catch the hail of micro shrapnel that came spitting up from the ground as armoured vehicles detonated. How many years had those vehicles been kept in service by loving mechanics and crews? Dutifully polishing the crests of long vanished empires and republics. Centuries and Decades of loving care turned to molten durasteel. Variable antiques turned to death traps for the noble crews. Liquid metal and fuel, burning crew alive as entire vehicles combusted into gouts of white hot flame. But the Alliance pilots did not have time to think about the consequences of their torpedoes and strafing runs. Their objectives were to clear a corridor for ground ops, then keep the enemy off them long enough to do their duty. But by the look of the projected target board, the X-wings of Templar would be busy for quite some time. Beth pushed slightly on her rudder pedal and nudged the yoke around and put the X-wing in a long banking turn that took her around the central tower and allowed her to send another volley of concussion missiles into a trio of hover tanks that were charging towards the Alliance ground operatives. She didn’t see the explosion as she was forced into another short banking turn to avoid one of the old model anti aircraft towers that had sprang to life. Chattering long beams of green energy that cut through their formation like a knife. Templar three seemed to stumble in the air as one of the beams intersected the fuselage where cockpit and cowling met. Conversation about target acquisition turned to a short high pitched scream, then static, as the eighteen year old Caridian pilot of Three died in her seat alongside her astromech. The now pilotless X-wing turning to cartwheel through the air before falling like a discarded toy into the city below. The tower took its own quadruple blast of energy from Templar 6’s Taim & Bak Laser cannons. Falling silent as its crew laid in their own coffins of slagged durasteel. But now it was time to engage the swarm of fighters, and Beth brought her X-wing around again for another pass. Her thoughts turning dark.
  2. The X-wing’s fuselage began to vibrate horribly as they began their dive through the heavy atmosphere towards the planet’s surface. The S-foils created a great deal of drag as the X-wing did its best to speed through the atmosphere, causing turning to become much more sluggish, and the forward shields to begin to take the brunt of the friction heat exchange. It was a brilliant experience, and required most of the flying to be done by instrument only, as the heat made the starfighter’s forward shields almost an opaque white as the quad generators embedded in the hull tried their best to keep up with the friction. The controls bucked heavily in her hands as the fightercraft fought its way through, and an equally concerning whistle sounded from her astromech. Not the whine of structural problems, or that the fuselage was disintegrating, but the low whistle of potential enemies. And the matching long lists of red that scrolled past her visual scope told her all she needed to know. Comms were now open. And at this range, there was not much more good jamming would do. “One through Six. Engage large ground targets with standoff munitions, sort by size, Seven through twelve engage fighters.” Now the X-wing would prove its versatility. Most of the squadron had grown up in the shadows of the Caridian flight academy, learning every trick and maneuver the TIE series of fighters had to give. Bethany herself had not switched from the venerable TIE Defender to the new model X-wing until a few short years ago. A few short years of a sortie every single day, dozens of kills, missions, and lost wingmen. The TIE interceptors had a great many disadvantages in atmospheric flight compared to the Alliance X-Wing, and this battle would likely show every single one. The large Solar panel arrays that made up the barrel like wings of the TIE interceptor provided so much drag that turning was a beast, mixed in with no countermeasures, and no missiles? It would be an old fashioned Ronto shoot. More akin to a rancher putting down a unruly bunch of womprats than an actual fight. Her Astromech whistled in her ear and Beth let the reticle settle over the heat signature of the cadmium/mercoxit core of the SPAAT that had just fruitlessly fired an artillery round at the U-Wing. She depressed the trigger and white hot jet of exhaust followed a brief trajectory towards the ancient walker, so did a great many other missile from her wingmates. And a brief second later, the stillness of Acrid was shattered by the thunderous explosions of Concussion missiles and detonating submunitions.
  3. The squeal of alarm that came bursting into her almost silent cockpit, made Bethany’s blood run cold for a millisecond as she scanned her readouts for signs of damage. But the shrill whistle from the R9 astromech that was perched a half meter behind her in the fuselage was enough to tell her what they had accidentally run across. Dimitri, in the way only Astromechs could, told her that there was in fact, a cloud of buzz droids coming after them and the U-wing. An interesting layer of unforeseen defense, but not one that was particularly dangerous as both the X-wings and the modified assault transport carried heavy shields. But was that something they could risk? A look at the visual scopes that showed a glowing mass of the droids coming up quickly on their rear was enough to confirm the very real danger if all of them managed to get within range. Another glance at her readouts gave her another, if slightly nastier idea. “Dimitry, activate warheads on missiles one and two. Set engine burn for two seconds, detonation after five.” A simple squawk of resignation came over the intracomm, and she pushed down on the left rudder pedal slightly, bringing her to the portside of the U-wing. And as soon as the display burned green, she depressed the firing controls twice. Click click. Rocket motors fired, and two SR-3 concussion missiles blasted out of the launch bays on the the X-Wing. The engines fired for two seconds, long enough to clear the fuselage, then the missiles began to tumble. Losing their momentum and falling back towards the formation, tumbling beside the U-wing’s long extended s-foils, their internal computers ticking down the miliseconds until they committed a fiery suicide. Adding the remaining fuel in their reservoirs to the detonation of the concussion warhead. Swallowing the majority of the hand sized droids that followed the formation in a massive dual explosion. Though that might have alerted elements on the ground, they could now safely make the dash to the planet’s surface.
  4. Whatever lay in front of them, likely hidden within the tower, or perhaps some kind of air or land based defense force, the objective remained the same. Stay within the envelope. Stay within the invisible jamming cloud of the U-Wing, inside that comfortable pocket that hid them from nearly everything except the visual scopes some defense forces employed. Useless for direct fire, and even more useless for hypersonic missiles of the kind a planet surrounded by an ever shifting asteroid belt would employ. The only difficulty would be the quick dash from the asteroids to the surface, and staying within the V shaped formation the Templars were flying. They had extended their own S-Foils in case something lurked in the asteroid belt, but it was unlikely. Tin pot dictatorships like the kind that ran Acrid did not normally expect an outside threat to their sovereignty, nor could they afford an adequate countermeasure. Preferring to torture their own populace under the cloak of restricted holonet access, and flying under the suspicions of the outside galaxy. But someone had kriffed up, let the torture and slavery leak out, and some Galactic Alliance commander had decided in turn to lay out the corpse of the Acrid Government as a warning to the outer rim. Nailing their hides to the galactic fence to scare off the little sector governments from thinking themselves safe from the hand of justice. And what was the cost of two SOG squads and a few dozen concussion missiles to the potential results? Plus, Templar squadron needed a win. After the disaster at Nar Shaddaa, a blue milk run of a coup would be enough to bring morale back to where it needed to be. Or at least that was what was running through Beth’s mind as she gently eased her X-Wing into a dive towards the planet. Atmosphere was only ten minutes out, and there was only a little bit of asteroid to go.
  5. Even as the Galactic Alliance began its first pattering steps into galactic rule, its soldiers and pilots still carried its wil into the farthest reaches of the galaxy. Exerting justice where there had been none, and enforcing rule of law in lawless territories that had not seen galactic influence in decades. One such world was Acrid. Once holding a Jedi order operations complex, some three decades before, it was now a facet of galactic entropy. Where once there was peaceful order, now there was chaos and slaughter. A world that had fallen into disarray and destruction, a dystopian vision of what the galaxy could become. So the Galactic Alliance, in its infinite wisdom, had decided to reach out its magnanimous hand and free the people of Acrid from their indentured servitude. For even here, on the remotest frontier of the galaxy, sentients deserved a chance to strive against the evil that oppressed them. As such, twelve modern X-Wings, straight off endurance test flights from the Kuati manufacturers, were hurtling towards the planet on afterburner. Followed by a single U-Wing gunship which held the majority of the well trained operatives. Such a primitive planet did not need the might of Imperial Star Destroyers, and a small special operations group would be enough, or so the experts hoped, to topple this ‘Imperial Empire’ and pave the way for peaceful rule. And Templar squadron would answer the call.
  6. Hearing her own first name over her headset was such a bizarre thing for someone whose brain was so completely frazzled by months on end of mindless combat air patrol, that she physically jumped against her crash restraints. The intonation was familiar as well, like a ghost out of her dreams. Where had that familiar lilt come from? That tired and studious disposition?PLus the name of the ship could only come back with: Sophia? With a little too much eagerness she rekeyed her comm, trying her best to keep her voice level and professional. “Receiving manifest now Moriarty.” She glanced at the data scrolling across her screen and she angled her fighter’s nose up a half degree by lightly pulling on the yoke. “You are clear for departure when you would like. Turn to Freq 403.33.” A shortwave frequency. She clicked her own comm over. “Sophia, I thought you died. Back from beyond the grave are we?”
  7. The densely packed ‘fab housing looked like concrete mountains whose long slopes stretched out to the horizon. Here and there a splash of neon colour indicated a mall or shopping center, in the mass of refugee housing, but mostly the housing units were dark. Enforced dark zones by the imperial authorities in the event of a Sith Raid. Something that was becoming more likely by the minute. Her scopes blinked for a moment as another ship showed up on the long range sensor suite and Beth lightly pressed on the rudder pedal and pulled on the yoke to bring the starfighter in a long loop as she and her wingmate rounded on the Corellian Light Freighter headed towards the Red and Black. “Take a look at that registration ping Lieutenant.” This Machine Kills Fascists Now that was an insulting name if she had ever seen one, even though it brought a stifled laugh in her headset from her wingmate. Someone was playing a funny game on the imperial starfighter corps. She lifted a finger and depressed her comm interface, broadcasting to the freighter on the Guard Frequency. “Corellian Freighter Machine Kills Fascists, this is Templar One. Please transmit cargo and load data. You may need an inspection before heading to Red and Black Tower."
  8. The thirty first Infantry division slowly spread out through the underground caverns that made up the capital city of Ryloth. These were the cream of the old Imperial Military, their uniforms crisp and their armour shined to a grey brilliance. Most did not wear helmets and kept them on loops attached to their belts. The directive to make the face of the Imperial Military and also the Rebel Alliance a humane one was a brilliant change compared to the army only a decade before. Smiles were returned with smiles, and the old imperial military officers conducted their house clearing with grim and effective precision. Evidence was collected, slaves freed, and their prior owners and smugglers ushered to the hanger bay, where they were assessed, evidence shown to the three generals in charge of the takeover, and then when found guilty, packed into the back of four gallant class shuttles. Slavery was a horrible crime, and an unforgivable one in the jurisdiction of the Imperial Remnant. A capital crime which carried a sentence of death. And when the four transports were in orbit over the tidally locked planet, the cargo bay doors were opened and some two hundred criminals experienced something that would stick with them for the rest of their life. Explosive decompression
  9. “Not a bomb ma’am.” The sergeant helpfully added as the sounds of the droid crashing into the caverns below echoed back to them. At least the fall had dimmed the grating sound of his tinny voice. As the Rebel troops moved slowly forward Beth let her rifle trace any sign of movement. She did not glance at the body, just gave a grimace and pushed onwards. Letting the white armoured medic give the body a prod with his boot before moving forward. “Getting dark, press forward with NV and Thermal. If there is something down there I want to know about it the moment it shows its slimy face.” “Copy commander.” The imperial strained rebel soldiers slowly picked their way down the incline following the distant protocol droid.
  10. “Stay where you are Droid.” Beth and her soldiers leveled their blaster rifles at the 3P0 unit. There was clear doctrine here, on a long term Sith occupied planet, treat all left over entities as potential traps. All it would take is stuffing the core of a protocol droid like that with detonite and that would be the end of this little search party. She gestured to one of the soldiers who pulled a scanning tool from his pack and levelled it at the droid. He looked at his datapad as the device began to scan the droid, searching for anomalies as well as explosive residue.
  11. Beth knelt by the dying beast, looking at the cracked carapace, and feeling like that would be her some day. A dead and long old beast of war. But there was little time to ponder such things. “Fall in.” The stormtroopers fell in behind her, their pale armour reflecting the soft lights of her armour and the blades of the Jedi and Imperial Knights. There was something foul here. And her heavy blaster rifle hummed as she jacked in another powerpack.
  12. Spread. Line. Stun. Fire. The soldiers with Beth scattered to either side of her, their BlastTech rifles chattering away with blue ringlets of stun. Bether herself added to the mix with her E-22, aiming for the eye stalks, where the stun would earlier work its way through the thick outer shells. She hoped that the Knights would be able to assist in calming it as they stunned it in a relatively painless manner. But if that did not work, well they were in for a real fight.
  13. Beth followed Knight Skyshatter as they descended, her four troopers fanning out behind her. Their mood was a good key as to their feelings on the mission and they seemed to be using their squad helmet comms to make commentary and jokes as they walked. Which kept Beth’s hopes up as to their destination. She pushed to the head and led the way down the central passage as Knight Tarko had desired. Her helmet searching for thermal signatures.
  14. “Only me today sir.” Beth said with a cocky smile. “I’m the only one in my squad afforded a cloning chit. Sponsored by a Moff, so I am a bit more disposable than say my copilots.” She laughed and then followed the men into the lower levels. She hated water, but life was full of things she hated doing. So she followed them into the depths of the sunken city.
  15. Beth almost grimaced at the thought of her starfighter combat being played at the royal academy, there were plenty of other aces in the Old remnant or even the new Rebel Alliance to draw from, but she was flattered none the less. Even if she hated the feeling of pride and shame bubbling up at the same time. It made her feel awkward, especially with the bulky exo armour covering much of her lithe frame. “Thank you sir, and as always I am ready and willing to serve. Lead the way.” She was ready after all, and it felt good to stretch her legs after a dozen hours in the cockpit.
  16. “Are you telling me this Exo-Suit is supposed to help me somehow?” Beth grimaced at the technician who was tightening a strap to the light exo that was now covering her, the breastplate made out of a solid durasteel as were the thick struts that traced down her legs and arms. He nodded, pointing to each hardpoint in turn as he listed them off. “Micro 20 milimeter grenade launcher. Capacity thirty. Right Arm.” His hand tapped a solid line that went from the launcher back to the backpack looking device on the rear of the armoured suit. His hand went to the other arm. “Repeating cannon. Energy from the backpack just like the launcher. This suit allows you to carry your normal loadout too and specialized in dexterity. You can move faster than a ATPT on overdrive.” Beth grinned and pulled herself up straight as the U-Wing settled down. “You will have my full performance review. Don’t worry, I’ll only break it a little bit.”
  17. Beth looked at the comm unit and laughed, sith cruisers were burning brighter than the system’s star and he thought that he had won? Her heart ached for the young Calamari that she had foolishly sent to the surface, but this battle was far from over. The rebel fleet was holding their own, but it was time to retreat. They could not hold this planet, but they had dished the Sith a horrible blow. And with the amount of burning star ships she could see from her vantage point in the Cruiser Carrier’s bow hanger, this could only be seen as a pyrric victory for the Sith Lords. They had won on the ground, but lost in space. And whoever had been in charge of the Sith armada would be punished. That she was confident of, the Sith always ate their own. She said a quick prayer for the soul of the Jedi Knight, and with a flash, the Rebel Fleet dashed into hyperspace. Operation Tripwire was now a certainty.
  18. With one of the jamming birds coming apart in a burst of yellow light and black soot, followed quickly by the explosion of its twin ion engines, Beth let out a whoop of joy. Even if it hadn’t been her target exactly… And just like that she overshot the Sith starfighter she had been engaging and let a curse fly. Instinctively she knew that the starfighter would be on her tail and jammed her control yoke to the side flipping her over on her wing. Dropping her nose she bled her speed away with another roll as a hail of laserbolts cut through her starfighter. There were no shields to bleed away the edge of the emerald blasts, and they cut through the thin durasteel of her starighters fuselage with ease. The world went white for a moment, as a blast blew through the bottom of her cockpit and transited out through the transparisteel dome above her head. She screamed and blinked away the stars in her eyes as she pulled another evasive maneuver, wincing as her EV systems came online, as she jammed the air filter mask firmly in place with one hand. Her cockpit became very cold very quickly, but she would live. “Dimitri?” A whistle informed her that the droid was at least still alive as she jammed down her rudder pedals and pushed forward her throttle to give her enough evasive velocity to clear the next strafing pass. She flipped the starfighter on its wing and spun the fighter around again, glimpsing the Sith Starfigher for a moment and squeezing her trigger. An emerald torpedo lanced out and detonated at the rear of the interceptor. Blowing its twin ion engines in different directions as the enemy starfighter came apart. It was survivable if the other pilot had immediate medical attention, but for now Beth needed to get to the carrier. A glance at her display told her that the fight was narrowly going for the alliance. And the fighterbombers were getting their payback on the Sith cruisers.
  19. “Oh spast.” Beth whispered as a sudden stream of laser bolts played across her forward shield. It held for the moment as she began a roll to get her out of the gunsights of the enemy starfighter. There was no time for an answering snapshot, and the sudden screech from her astromech told her a missile was about to cut her day very short. She punched the throttle forward to pull out of the spin just as her shield capacitor overheated with a crash. Next came another chaff rocket, and the enemy fighter passed her in a flash of durasteel and gaudy paint. The missile detonated in the chaff cloud, and Beth was thrown forward against her crashwebbing from the impact of the blast. Dimitri piped up a wicked howl of danger and she cut her engines and pulled back on the control yoke. Her third engine was on fire, but otherwise she was still alive, as was Dimitiri. Which was all the good news she could handle at that moment. The reduction in thrust allowed her to flip the X-wing back around and she punched the throttle to full again, following the tail of the Interceptor as fast as her three remaining Incom engines could push her. It was hardly as fast as she wanted, but it would be give her enough time to pour withering fire into the Interceptor before it pulled out of effective range. She briefly took in the destruction of a few of the Templars and Fighterbombers, but she only had enough time to center the reticle on the close and fully burning drives of the Sith Interceptor. There would be time to mourn for the brave Rebel pilots later. For now, the other pilot had let herself become distracted by another engagement. It was time for the Sith to pay for that arrogance. Once, Twice her black gloved finger pressed the trigger and emerald torpedoes leapt out of their launchers, their computers locked in on the drive data of the enemy interceptor. She shifted the reticle up to lead the interceptor by a healthy margin and then held down the trigger again. The linked heavy laser cannons on the tip of each of her S-Foils thundered away, spewing their death towards the distracted Sith Starfighter. ((3)) ((Great duel as always. It was a pleasure.))
  20. Beth narrowed her eyes as a warning light blared a bright red in the threat receiver. This was joined by a howl of alarm from Dimitri as he screamed about enemy missile launch. Radar guided. And enemy ECM was blasting her own scopes to the pure white static of concentrated jamming. “Vampire, Vampire. Enemy missile launch detected.” This was from the cruiser carriers early warning control center. Unnecessary information for now, but the man was doing his job, and that at least she appreciated. She waited a split second longer then her thumb depressed her yokes’ second defensive option. Another split second later, a little behind the astromech mount a small rocket fired, its solid fuel expending almost as soon as it launched. Then the small rocket's internal explosive went off, shattering the rocket and spreading six thousand small mylar metallic shreds in a small expanding blast behind the X-Wing. Highly radar reflective, the shreds of fluttering mylar, also known as chaff, would seem like a huge and very delicious target to any radar guided missiles. Around her the rest of the templars and My’tils, went after the ECM ships. “Templar One defending!” Beth muttered into her mic, as she pressed her control yoke down to force the X-wing into a dive that would clear her from the coming blast of the Sith missile. That missile did its job, detonating in the cloud of mylar in a blast of concussive force, rocking, but not damaging the X-wing. Her dive however, intersected with a single of the enemy laser blasts, and the cockpit hazed over with white for a split second as the shields ate the impact. “Shields at 62 percent.” "Spast it, set next torpedos to short fuse. Hold onto the drive signature data." She ignored the response from her astromech and flipped the fighter back into an oblique angle towards the now very close interceptor. It was in a roll and loosing momentum, so she fired a triple blast from her quad-linked laser cannons at the fighter as it whipped by, then she pulled the X-wing into an upward climb to bring her back around in a sharp angle towards the enemy starfighter. They were in a dogfight now and she had never felt so alive. ((2))
  21. The controls shuddered under her hands as the X-wing experienced the turbulence of the planet's distant gravity well. She glanced down to the readout display and saw that everything was green. Six proton torpedoes, whose variable warhead had been switched to a medium yield indicated that she was fairly ready to go toe to toe with any pilot in the Sith Armada. She spared another glance off her right wing and saw the X-wing of her wingmate gliding along beside. She waved and Beth gave a laugh. Kailia gave a mock salute then looked back towards the looming Sith strikeforce. It was nearly go time. “Templar one-one, fighters, designated Supremacy-class interceptors.” An intercept order, finally. Her mind raced for a moment to find the information about the Supremacy class interceptor, given in a briefing not too long after the fall of Kuat. Fast. Incredibly fast compared to her X-wing by a factor of one point five. Likely extremely dangerous to the fighterbombers who were about to make their pass on the Sith Cruisers. Then the control officer inside the carrier’s Early Warning and Control center continued his transmission. “Intercept orders. Engage.” A flurry of red dots, slightly larger than normal emerged at the edges of her starfighter’s sensor screen. Dimitri, in his safe socket behind her chirped as the floating reticle from her HUD aligned with the distant squadron of Fury’s. She gently pressed the pedal at her right foot and brought the reticle fully on the enemy squadron. She thumbed her shields to double front in case the enemy had the first opportunity to launch missiles her way. She squinted at her display then activated her internal net link to her Astromech. “The Supremacy-class have large drive signatures, focus lock onto that.” There was a chirp of acknowledgement, then a low whine as he found lock on the distant leader. As soon as the whine became a constant, she depressed the trigger on her control yoke. Once, twice. And two emerald torpedoes blinked away towards the Interceptors. All around her the X-wings and My’tils were following their own orders, and dozens of torpedoes and concussion missiles streaked towards the distant squadrons. ((1))
  22. The commander of the Cruiser Carrier, a Tapani Baron by the name of Admiral Ambrose d'Artois, was quick to dial in his comm pod to reply. “Did your mother’s call you that? Or did you pick the names from your favourite YA Novel? We do not fear the Sith Lords. You will taste our steel, unless of course you wish to turn yourselves in and swear allegiance to our dear Empress?" Beth laughed as she began her sharp turn towards where the map on her console told her a stream of red marked fighters were being deployed.
  23. The old model Quasar class cruiser carrier dropped out of hyperspace a moment before the rest of its escort. Its heavy engines fired into a pulse of evasive maneuvers in case the Sith Fleet was waiting for them. Next the heavy sensor package came online, pulsing its wave of energy across the near face of the system, taking its return and spitting it back out to the fighter pilots. “Templars.” Beth glanced down to the comm display to make sure she was not transmitting on anything other than their squadron frequency. “Prepare to engage. This will get dicy fast. Lock S-Foils into attack position.” A chorus of affirmatives sounded off in her ears and then Dimitri gave a warning and automatically switched her comm receiving channel to TAC 1 command as well as the squadron tactical frequency. “Angle to grid four Templar One.” Orders were flying over the comm and encrypted nets. The flight controllers aboard the Quasar were issuing terse and simple commands to the flight officers, as they looked at the emerging battlefield expanding in their maps.
  24. Beth spared a glance to her datapad. Trualis was getting hit by a small Sith strike force. What was there? What could possibly be worth the time and hyperdrive fuel for the Sith Order to even try to go there? There were artisans yes, but she could not think of anything other than a few ballerinas that she had ever even seen from Trualis. But they were calling for help and they were listed under Tripwire. So the Rebel Alliance would send a small team to slow them down, maybe evacuate some innocents. Maybe frag some Sith Lords. She sighed and looked back to the Mon Cal. “Well if you were not opposed to a fight, it looks like one of the worlds in the outer rim is screaming on all channels that the Sith are attacking them. We were about to head on a counterstrike mission against their asset storage on Geonosis but this takes priority.” She pulled up her flight manifesto and then pointed to the flight commanders that were starting to run into the room. “Leena, join us aboard the carrier Orchomenos. There are ten Lambda shuttles aboard, if it comes to it, you may accompany some of the commandos down to surface and maybe bag a few Sith. I don’t envy you that at all though.” She turned to the rest of the fighter command teams. They were the same that had come to Kessel not six months before. With a few additions. “Tau and Epsilon.” She addressed the black fatigued Javelin fighterbomber team leads. “Your two squadrons will engage medium vessels and support craft. If they have anything bigger than a bulk cruiser we are not engaging it. Slash and run if so.” She turned her eyes to the light blue uniforms of the Tapani Pilots, their angular helmets making them as E-Wing fighter jockeys. And the gold lining on some of their uniforms indicated that at least one or two of them were minor royalty from the Princedoms. “Aérien and Fosh you will be supporting Tau and Epsilon. Keep anything off of them you can.” She looked at the white stirling uniforms of the dour Hapans. Whose My’til fighters would join her own in antifighter role. “Sukhoi and Tula, you will be with us.” She looked back at Leena. “And may the force be with us.”
  25. Where in the seven hells was that spasted song coming from? Where had she heard it before? One of those old repetitive GA recruit ads they spammed all over the ‘net as their spasted republic fell to another internecine war? She couldn’t decide, but let her eyes drift up until she found the source of the song. A Mon Cal, thin and willowy, in the garb of the newest generation of Jedi Knights. Beth grinned and stood, adjusting her orange flightsuit as she walked towards the singing Mon Cal. There was a life filling the room from her, and though Beth suspected it was some kind of Jedi mind meld, she was not offended. “So you bring us hope and life.” Beth extended a hand in the traditional human greeting. “Beth Andromina. I am always glad to see a Jedi Knight.” And she was, though her accent betrayed her as one of the Imperial holdouts in the rebel alliance, she did like the look of the girl. So she lowered her voice conspiratorially. “Been a bit tired only seeing Imperial Knights. They kinda creep me out.” Her datapad vibrated in the triple ring of an action order. And she grimaced.
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