[right][b]Zena Vale & Vorn Tiger squad, aboard the main hangar of the [i]Relentless Endeavor[/i][/b][/right]

The sounds of fists colliding against boxing pads could be heard inside the hangar of the colossal New Republic vessel as the commando attacked them with determination. One hand after another thrust forward in a frantic pace as the Duros wearing the pads on his hands stood his ground firmly. Zena Vale threw a sharp kick into one of them as her entire body shifted, her other leg planted firmly to put the full torque behind her kick. She then athletically maneuvered her form to toss two more rapid punches at the pads. There were a few eyes on them around the duo, including those off a massive Yuzzem who leaned on a crate in otherwise silence. A being of few words Dakkar smirked at the training scene before him between his two squadmates. Above him aboard an X wing sat a Nosaurian, running her finger down a datapad as she read the news briefing on the screen. 

"Come on sergeant, you can do better than that. Put some umph into it." Eensil Keeg teased with a laugh, his red eyes narrowed as Zena responded with more aggressive punches at the pads on his hands.

"Please try not to hurt yourselves before we even land planetside." Imik Vebbar exclaimed from behind the others as the squad's medic clipped a few more energy cells to the back of his armor's belt. Alongside a few bacta packs, ideal for blaster wounds. The Mon Calamari was making his final preparations for the operation. 

"Oh, relax Veb." Dakkar stated in a deep, placid tone as the medic shook his head as sweat dripped down Zena's face in her training session. It creased through the scar on her cheek but the disciplined soldier fought through the tiredness. 

"She's tiring anyway, I think Zena needs some more stamina training. Never know when you might be in a protracted fist fight with a buckethead. Gotta be able to yank that helmet off and pound their skull in." Eeensil said, another directed tease at his superior. In response Zena shifted her stance once more, then sweeped her left leg underneath his own and rapidly moved her foot to the right. As the Duros tumbled down he laid on the ground with another laugh. 

"I gun them down before they can get that close, you know that, corporal." Zena stated assertively as a grin slipped onto her face, one of her hands reaching down towards the humbled soldier. Eensil met her hand with his own as she helped him off the hangar floor. As he stood back up he glanced at Dakkar, the massive Yuzzem laughing heartily at the scene.

"Keep laughing furball, I'll remember it next time a blaster is pointed at your ass." He said with a shake of his head as Dakkar continued his laughter. Zena nearly laughing herself as she wiped her brow with a towel, then took a long drink of water. 

"I'm the one that has to patch you morons up when you let yourselves get shot up. Always have to pack extra bacta and bandages." The Mon Calamari medic pitched in, now standing with his arms crossed next to Dakkar. 

"You might need more than that Veb, we've got another hot drop planetside. They're counting on us to punch a whole in the Imperial defense and carve a path. The man with the most kills gets a drink on me, but if I get the most then you [i]all[/i] have to buy me one." Sergeant Vale stated, briefly going over the mission details then placing a wager to liven her well trained team's spirits. The damp tossed over her shoulder, her sleeveless shirt marked with sweat.  

"Five Alderaan Twists coming right up. We're gonna have to carry the sarge out of the cantina again." Eensil joked as he leaned against Bima Leapfar's X-Wing, the diminutive Nosaurian having set down her datapad to listen to her commanding officer's speech. 

"Bima will probably lead us all again and she doesn't even drink." Imik added.

"That would mean you were all slacking and letting our scout sniper hit those plastic boys before you did," Zena remarked, shooting a nod towards Private Leapfar. "Regardless, we're going to need to bring our A game today. The Empire is on their heels, the New Republic keeps punching at them they will collapse entirely. If their scattered remnants don't eat each other first like starving Krayt dragons." 

She was still astounded they had made it this far, the once fledging alliance movement having toppled the fearsome Empire. A true return of democracy and freedom. If only her father could see it, he'd be so damn proud of them all. Her entire family would be proud of her, she just wished she could see them when the job was finally finished. The thought of them once more drew the sadness from her heart, until it shifted to the lust for revenge against the Empire. She would have to clear her mind before the mission launch, as was customary of the driven soldier. 

"The flyboys will be giving us and the other ground forces cover, an ample distraction for us to do our job and push on. We'll be landing from a dropship. We have some time to ready up and focus ourselves." Zena stated decisively with a nod, then walked away from her team as she paced towards the [i]Alderaani Fury[/i]. As she popped open the cargo compartment and began to put on her battle armor she felt a wave of pride sweep over her. The veteran commando knew it would be another day of victory.