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Quellor Sector
Out of hyperspace came twelve SP2 Dancers. Leading in the center of a v formation was Hugo Ion. Inside the cockpit, the Duros checked the readings from his navicomputer. Nodding with approval, he turned on the intercom. “Arrow squadron, status report.”
“All wings present and accounted for.” A baritone voice answered back, belonging to Arrow two. Commander Ion grinned, they made it. This feels right. He thought to himself.
Whatever their troubles the Alliance was on the move again. “Very good Arrow two. Trained your pilots quite well.” Hugo commented with full praise. This approval earned a reply from Arrow Two who had a hint of pride in his voice.
“Just you wait, Commander when we reach our next destination.”
Hugo imagined many in the squadron felt the same way. Others no doubt nervous as well. He could hardly blame them at all. Soon three more squadrons of Alliance fighters and bombers appeared from lightspeed. They flew in and gathered around Hugo’s unit.
The Durosian rebel slightly grinned looking out to the side on the left, knowing more will follow up. “Star Squadron report in.” He commanded, hoping they were present.
This takes during the events of Hoth.
@Wit