As Mar entered the hangar he immediately frowned as his eyes made contact with his fighter. While this wasn’t his first time seeing it with the dark green and white paint job, Mar still didn’t like it. He had spent a long time ensuring authenticity when rebuilding the Fang fighter, including the traditional grey paint job. There was just something so cool about the original design of the Fang to Mar. But he just had to accept the new design as it was no longer his call. He was a pilot now, and had to abide by Command’s decisions.

Mar sighed in resignation as he climbed up into the cockpit of his fighter. As he lowered himself into the seat, he felt a little more at ease as the inner systems had not been changed from how he had rebuilt it. After an initial quick check of his systems, Mar pressed down on his console, the single ion engine roaring to life. Mar felt the power of his starship flow through his hands and into his body. It was exhilarating. A smile formed on Mar’s face as his Fang fighter lifted off the hangar floor.

“Raptor Four, launching,” Mar announced over the comm system.

The Fang fighter exited the hangar and into the void of space. Mar eased his fighter into a position near the Commander, listening to his orders. Mar brought up the hyperspace systems built into his fighter, as he did not use an astromech. A beep announced that the coordinates had been locked into the computer system. Mar’s ears twitched with anxiety as his right hand hovered over the button that would engage the hyperdrive.

“Ready for the jump Raptor Leader.”