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"Yeah.. Shoot down the transports. You'd need a whole three flights of X-Wings for that."

Kefka turned around at the voice, and saw a woman behind them.

"And who might you be, miss?"

Jarik wasn't really listening to her, rather he was ogling her.
"Beggar's canyon....right....so, Zendia right? what are you doing later?"
He tossed a Corellian smile her way as he spoke.

Zendia glanced coldly at Jerik. Rolling her eyes, she said "Most likely getting chewed out by the commander. Or polishing Tusken Raider shoes,"

"Judgement day. Right. Let's go," she said to the others.

Orrin was having a hayday fit with everyone. First, half the squadron shot some of the turrents out... making them not smoke, but explode. Now he was getting more irritated.

"What do you mean, we'll have to bug out? I thought you had this planet for this to be used in the sense that nobody would find us out here?" He began, really irritated at the new news.

"It's not our fault. The empire has been eyeing this planet for a while, and there have been intercepted transmissions to step up security here to help keep order in Mos Eisley."

"But an Imperial Star Destroyer? You have to be shitting me!"

"Nope. Fortunately, they don't know we're here. But chances are, they will eventually. Good thing we do not have much equiptment to move out. We'll have to plan a rendezvous with a part of the fleet though. Ruby squadron is going to leave tonight to help us out."

"But, what about us? So we play defense if they catch us?"

"I don't know. But the recruits are going to come here soon, so we better not let too much on. Now, shut that scanning system down."

After ten minutes of final prep time for orrin, he finally had the scores tallied.

"s**t. Just what I ******** needed. Oh well."

((*checks stats* I supposed I did alright on my bombing run. We'll say I missed once, and dropped four bombs to destroy my three transports))

Logar winced at Kefka's cheeky manner with Orrin, but said merely, "You looked rather stressed. Can I offer you some water?" He gestured to his astromech. "Code: H2O." A bottle of water shot out of Guantlet's dome, and the Mon Calamari began draining it.

"How do you even fill that popcan with bottled water? No, that's too foolish. What did you have to take out of that little can to put in a portable refrigerator? Nav systems? electoshocking devices? jetpacks? On second thought, Don't answer that either. Between smartasses and dumbasses, I can't find a single piece of a** that's worth complaining to." Orrin by far was still contemplating his situation, but still handed out the results.

"You all scored over 90% you four. Kefka got 95%, mostly from extra credit. Whoopie. Congratulations. You're Emerald two, wingman to Emerald leader, or captain of Beta Squadron. Your green Y-wing is in the second slot, if you didn't figure that one out. Jarik, I hate to put it to you man. You just suck with the bombs, which was more important than stealth or torpedoing. Stuck with a 92%. Emerald five for you. Logar, you scored decently at 93%, and got Emerald four. And I assume that the chick is this one, the 94%. Tied with me. Emerald three. As for emerald leader and numero uno, the commodore didn't know exactly who to promote, so technically everyone went up a rank, leaving you in your picking on who should lead between the entire squadron. However, I don't really know if you can get majority to agree on it though, with the greedy bunch as they are."

"Also remember that this was a test on all aspects of the flight profile. So, in essence, people may change their flight squadrons around. the leaders of the three flights get to pick their wingmen. So a dogfighter may end up wingman, even if he's better than the leader at dogfighting."