Marc sat silently listening to the briefing, trying to enjoy the fact he was wearing his flight suit rather then his normal off duty officers uniform. [b][i]so much better then that stiff uniform...[/i][/b] he thought as he watched the presentation of the mission continue. It was the usual fair, defending the empire from those who would do it harm by wiping them off the face of the galaxy. As he listened Marc made mental notes about the up coming mission and how he felt the squadron would do. Marc was surprised that half the squadron had been wiped out by what he had been told were very under trained and under equipped, clearly one of those was wrong. As the briefing went on Marc started to look around. there was a mix of excitement and grim determination on the faces of many of the other pilots. 
	
	[i][b] 'Not sure where lieutenant Jinnau is, but I guess we can cross that bridge when we come to it...'[/b][/i] he thought. When he had first arrived aboard the [i]Tyrant[/i] Marc had meet the others when he had first arrived. Most of them had been transferred aboard or were in the barracks when he stowed his personal effects away. He had been assigned lieutenant Nova Jinnau as his wing man although he had planned to meet her face to face, He had yet to speak with her one on one. 
	
	After a few more minutes the pilots were dismissed as the rest of the pilots filed out of the room, Marc stood and headed for the door. [i][b]Time to earn my wage.[/b][/i] he thought with a sigh as he headed off for the hangers.