Victor let his mind wander as his squadron calmly escorted Zeta squadron while silence had finally falling on the system after the destruction of the hostile fleet. In spite of how easy a fight it was, the high adrenaline his body was producing had finally stopped and left him tired. This could have very well been the case of each of those in his squadron as none of them spoke either. Victor took another needless headcount of his squadron, it's not often they left a battlefield without a scratch, let alone without casualties. Besides Flail, Cannonball (who was with the other half of the squadron when they split up earlier) and himself none of the nine interceptor pilots had more than a few months of real combat experience. He knew he would see more of them perish in the coming campaign. Despite the speed and maneuverability of the TIE Interceptor, it was difficult for one to fully understand the strengths and weaknesses of the vehicle, a shortfall that most rookies won't be able to have a second chance at. 

A message from the Imperial Star Destroyer 'Intimidation' brought Victor back to reality. "Attention all squadrons, rendezvous to your landing zones ASAP. New orders have been dropped in and we are to move immediately. You will be briefed upon landing." The ace pilot straightened himself as he spoke into his com to Zeta squad, "You guys think you can push your engines to max?" A laugh came over the line, "They've been at max the entire time, we know how slow speed gets on you Interceptors' nerves." Victor responded with a smile, "We could help push you along." Another laugh came through the com from the Zeta squadron leader, "That you could. Anyway, at our speed, we'll make it to our landing point in ten minutes, give or take. Feel free to head off to get your ships rearmed faster." The ace pilot shook his head, "Not when there's a risk of you still being shot down, in spite of your ludicrous speed." Victor got one final laugh from the Zeta squadron leader before they ended the comlink.

Flail spoke up immediately, "They're moving so fast I'm seeing plaid." Debris was quick to retort, "I sometimes worry if you're using glitterstim, Flail..." Barrage was next to talk, "Let the old man have his meds." Flail's voice took over the coms again, "Now wait just a minute. I am not old!.. Alright, maybe by TIE pilot standards, but come on!" Victor rolled his eyes as his team continued to chatter.

He did notice that Recruit hadn't said anything since the end of the combat. He interrupted the current conversation, "Everything alright, Recruit?" The rest of the squadron went quiet for a few moments before Recruit finally spoke up, "Sorry, Lieut. I've been trying to figure out a name to stick with. Maybe something related to the YT-1300 we shot up earlier?" Victor didn't say anything, mostly for someone else in the squadron to speak up. Debris was that someone, "What? Like 'Gundown'? Or maybe 'Sitting Duck'? I doubt picking a name from shooting an old rusty freighter down is worth it Recruit." Barrage was quick to pick up on the conversation, "What Debris means is that we're about to head into another probable battle-zone, where you can pick one up then." The familiar voice of Flail was next to add his opinion, "Or... You could have one of us help you with your squadron name. Let's see if I can come up with one... Um, let's see... Oh! I've got one for you! How about Ja-" A unified shout of "NO!" through the coms from Debri and Barrage was enough to silence Flail. Debris spoke sharply, "That joke was cute at first Flail, but you always try to get someone named it, even when it breaks the rules you put in place for the whole naming thing anyway!" Barrage spoke in an annoyed manner, "I'm with Debris on this, that joke got old real fast." Flail was quick to counter, "Aww... But I'd love to have someone on the team called Jawa! Particularly if they go around shouting 'Utini!'"

Victor finally spoke up to break up the inevitable fight, "I'm in agreement with Debris, Recruit. Nothing spectacular happened that would be worth naming yourself in relation to it. Do you want to be remembered by the squadron as the guy who shot down a surrendering YT-1300 that probably belonged to some illegal immigrants or minor thugs?" Recruit groaned over the com, "No offence Lieut, but I don't want to be shot down as the guy with the name 'Recruit'. The name itself is insulting, I was already a TIE pilot who was bumped up to an Interceptor for crying out loud." Victor spoke sternly over the com, "You have to earn a name like everyone else. It's the rule of the squadron." Recruit was clearly upset about this as he shouted back into the com, "I fail to see how this is important to you guys, that you'd simply ignore my Imperial ID as well as my birth name for a stupid place holder name of 'Recruit'." Victor barked back, "When you join the the Imperial Navy, you don't pick your ID, the brass does. When you're born, you cannot name yourself, whoever is your parental figure will give you a name. When someone joins the squadron, we give them a simple name; like Recruit, Green or Rookie, to indicate that their past, whatever it was, is forgotten. They join the family of the squadron, not simply a team of individuals. Then, through the actions of the individual, they may choose their own name based off a event from combat or a situation that they were involved in."

Victor took a deep breath. The coms stayed silent until he spoke again, "We take it seriously because we want you to have a new name, one that not only you are proud of, but one for us to also remember and to share between each other. This way, every individual that comes through the squadron makes themself on who they are, not what their past says." Silence loomed in the coms for a minute or so before Recruit spoke up again, "And if I die before my new name?" Victor released a hesitant sigh, "A name will be given to you, one fitting of what you accomplished."

After a few more moments of quiet, Flail spoke up, "Couldn't have said it better myself, Lieut." Victor gave a simple nod as he continued to fly his starfighter, "We should clear our heads, we've got a mission coming up as soon as we land." Victor and his squadron pulled away from the bombers as they reached their landing platform, heading for their own. After a few moments of preparation by the Imperial fleet, and the gathering of her flocks of TIEs, a large portion of it jumped into hyperspace, onroute to it's next destination. Dantooine.