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[color=fdc68a]"Keldabe ATC, Iron Leader is returning back to base. Coming in hot."[/color]

The [i]Dauntless II[/i] zipped through the lines of assembled civilian transports with deft precision, rapidly breaking back into the atmosphere and approaching a military hangar on the surface. As the Eta-3 suddenly slowed down and glided through the open hangar doors, the assembled ships of the Iron Squadron came into view. The second Ro's signature starfighter touched down, the cockpit opened up and the Jedi Ace quickly hopped out into the hangar. A couple of flight mechanics instinctively moved toward the interceptor to begin inspecting it. The Jedi Ace watched the mechanics with his brow knitting in confusion.

Of course, a clone pilot with gray stripes designating his status as a member of Iron Squadron started approaching his CO, holding his helmet against his side under the crook of his elbow. He gave a curt salute when but a few steps away from Ro. [color=red]"Orders from command, sir. Mechanics are performing routine inspections and making sure armaments are restocked."[/color]

Ro gave a curt nod as the mechanics were already carting in ammunition for the [i]Dauntless II[/i], setting his second in command at ease. [color=fdc68a]"Thank you, Booker. Have you finished the preparations for our new recruit?"[/color] The Jedi Ace began walking past the interceptors and towards the back of the hangar, where a few members of Iron Squadron were lingering. Booker kept up pace with Ro Nuul, his walk more of a stiff march compared to Ro's nimble steps.

[color=red]"The Eta-3 is prepped, though his astromech should be here momentarily. I made sure he has a bunk and his standard issue gear is ready as well. As for his welcoming party, Rally volunteered as per usual. The rest of the squadron insisted on drawing straws, and Trigger got the short stick this time."[/color]

Ro turned his head towards Booker, his breath mask rising slightly as the Kel Dor gave a small smile. [color=fdc68a]"We'll see how long the rookie lasts if Trigger is responsible for showing him the ropes. The boy showed courage, but I would have rather stared down a Krayt dragon from legend myself than have Trigger show me around."[/color]

The two had approached the small assembly of four pilots huddled near some crates in the back of the hangar. Sitting on a crate with his back to Ro and looking towards the others expectantly was the Rodian pilot called Runner, while the Duros called Flyboy leaned against the wall shaking his head. Two humans, an olive-skinned man called Ball and a darker-skinned woman called Chain, were busy rolling their eyes.

The Rodian continued his story. [color=00a651]<"I'm telling you, Corellians never check your... He's behind me, isn't he?">[/color] The Rodian turned around and gave a curt nod towards his squad leader, cutting his story short immediately.

Flyboy piped up almost immediately. [color=6ecff6]<"Engineers seem to be rather thorough today. Do we finally have an assignment?">[/color]

Behind Ro's stoic expression, the Jedi Ace internally winced at the question. Not because he was shying away from the idea of serving as more than simply a space honor guard, but due to his lack of knowledge. [color=fdc68a]"I'll let you know as soon as I have official orders from Command."[/color]

As if on cue, R3 quickly rolled over after having been released from the [i]Dauntless II[/i] by the flight engineers. With a series of whirs, R3 managed to get all of the pilots on edge. Ro gave a curt nod towards the droid. [color=fdc68a]"I'll take the message in the conference room."[/color]

Ro and R3 exited the hangar through the nearby door. The facility outside of the hangar was rather small, at least what was dedicated to the Iron Squadron. A short jaunt down the singular hallway on the left hand side was a small room with a conference table with thirteen seats, and a spot near the center of the table with access to the Holotable. R3 assumed his spot near the holotable, while Ro stood with his arms folded near the doorway. Within moments, the room grew dark and a holographic projection's blue light illuminated the room. It portrayed a female mandalorian in Beskar, moving to stand at attention as her gaze fell on Ro Nuul. [color=gray]"Jedi Ace Ro Nuul. Mandalorian Command is calling you in to meet with your operations Commander on the Ring. Enter through Docking Bay B-32."[/color]

Ro Nuul furrowed his brow once again. [color=fdc68a]"Does Command have a mission for us?"[/color]

[color=gray]"That information is top secret, Captain. Please direct further inquiries to your operations commander."[/color]

Within that instant, the communications cut out and the lights in the conference room began to light up. Ro Nuul shook his head as his droid turned to face at him with a small string of inquisitive beeping. [color=fdc68a]"I can't know for sure, but it looks like we've got an assignment."[/color]