[center]Colab between myself and Honesty Crow[/center]

As Wedge and the rest of Rogue Squadron got ready in their hangar, a familiar figure approached. Wearing black robes and followed by three other Jedi, Luke Skywalker walked up to Wedge who was once again arguing with his droid. 

"Still fighting with that droid?" Luke piped up, cracking a smile as he heard Wedge sigh. 

"Yeah, it won't shut up about the foils." The two old friends chuckled as the droid beeped angrily and rolled away. 

"So, what can I do for you?" Said Wedge, glancing at the Jedi Master and his two apprentices behind Luke. 

"Let me introduce you. This is Jedi Master Kale and his apprentices Lahara and Aren." Said Skywalker, gesturing at the trio. Aren, a young Human from Sereno waved at Wedge. 

"It's an honor to meet you." He said, giving him a smile. Wedge couldn't help but smile back. Seems he was inspiring more people than just pilots.

Lahana blinked at the squad of pilots. She'd heard they were good, but not much else. Luke had already introduced her so she really didn't need to do that, right? Aren spoke, apparently he'd heard of them as well. Was it an honor? She couldn't say she felt any reverence. She made note of how many there were, and their faces. She wondered for a moment just how well a pilot could fight face to face, but only for a moment. Kale told her such thoughts were... Problematic.

"I have heard a great many things about this squadron. I must say I couldn't think of a better escort." Kale said, giving a subtle respectful nod to Wedge.

"Honor's mine, Master Jedi. Couldn't have asked for a better group to get our people back home safely. We'll make sure you guys don't get blown up in space." 

Wedge chuckled, giving Kale a wink before putting on his gloves. "I'll see you guys at the cruiser." Said Antilles as he turned around to climb onto the cockpit of his X-Wing. 

Luke then led Kale and his two apprentices to a nearby shuttle where they would be transported to the cruiser in orbit.

Stepping out of the shuttle onto the Mon Calamari cruiser, Lahana anxiously fiddled with the blaster strapped to her hip. Her master didn't like her carrying it, but he relented when it became abundantly clear that it was important to her. She hadn't been more than a few feet away from a blaster for most of her life. And on more than one occasion it was the difference between life and death. "I'm... Going to prepare." She said in a low voice to Kale before walking into the hanger. She avoided eye contact as she spotted a tool box and began rummaging through it to find a hydrospanner to do maintenance on her blaster.