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Azure noded. "You heard the woman. Let's go people!" she said as she stood, and no one else did. It seemed some of the squad had a problem with following someone so young. Being the secnd oldest she felt it was part of her duty to her friend to support her and set a good example.

((Actually, I'm the second oldest. 32. Dosn't much matter.))

He'd been silant the entire time. It wasn't his way to ask questions. Always just listing and following orders. This habit came form his previous job. If you asked to many questions you'd end oup taking a nice walk out of an air lock in the middle of space somewere. The heavy boots he wore taped in a rythm on his way. An escort? He would have faired better as the actual pilot. He couldn't dogfight that well but he could fly circles around T.I.Es. His A-wing came into veiw and he made B-line across to it. An atendant pushed short step latter next to the cockpit and he climed up it. So he'd just distract the T.I.Es while the the other guy finishes them off. Sounds good. He started preping the take off procedures.

"Aye," Jakar said. He walked from the briefing room and towards the hangar. As he approached his X-Wing, R2-E3, his astromech approached him. She beeped and tooted next to him. "Yep, first mission. Better get yourself onboard my X-Wing, Sheila." The droid went a head of Jakar and was set-up into the ship while Jakar climbed the ladder into the cockpit.

((Sheila's name or gender?))

"Thanks," Jakar said as the cockpit's hatch closed. "Alright, Sheila, first mission with Emerald Squadron, are you ready?" The droid beeped in what seemed like a confident response.

"Bullseye. Got it." Owen said. As he finalized the startup process, he said "Everyone ready?"

Orrin headed towards the shuttle, fully loaded and prepped for takeoff. The shuttle had first clearance, so he should not waste too much time on behalf of the squadron.

Entering the cockpit, his appointed crew (co-pilot, communications, gunners) nodded at his entrance. He took his seat at the piloting controls, and began to stare at the panel.

"Something wrong?" his Co-pilot asked.

"Just getting myself situated," Orrin curtly replied. After studying the panel for another thirty seconds, the tension grew thicker.

"You sure you know how to fly this thing? It ain't a fighter. Do you even know what you're doing?" The co-pilot inquired.

Orrin waved a hand. "Don't worry, Just show me where the start up button is and the sticks that make the craft go up and down and we'll be fine."

"You mean you have no clue what you're doing?"

"Nope. But I'm a quick learner." Orrin said, punching a button and several small levers, as the sound of the engine warmed up. The Sentinel was slighly heavier than he thought it would be, but no problems as of yet. The co-pilot muttered something Orrin couldn't catch, but his best guess was a prayer.

"This is Big Bantha to Flight Control. Requesting final clearance."

"This is flight control, Big Bantha you may take off."

Orrin pulled a lever, making the craft slowly push off from the frigate, before a slight groan went through the structure. The Copilot quickly jumped up and hit a button as a lurch went through the ship as it released itself from the mothercraft.

"Knew I'd forget the pylon," Orrin said, staring at his arm. Looking up, he demanded role call.

"All wings, this is Big Bantha. All wing report in."

Zendia followed the shuttle outside the frigate. "Glad to hear it, Spike." As Orrin requested the roll call, she thought, All right. Time for my debut here! "Emerald Leader standing by," she replied.

Anyone that has ever been in Kessel knows how traumatic the experience is.

Kefka was one of them. He was thrown into a dark cramped cell with several other prisoners. There was no warning as to what they were there for. Nothing but darkness, and the occasional light from Sigma-881's helmet.

In the Dark, you don't know what to expect.