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Tomlin did the final checks on his X-Wing and made sure his astromech was securely attached. F1-4K, or Flak for short, had been assigned to Raptor Leader by their head mechanic Stams, a Rodian with a chip on his shoulder. The different assortment of rare and old ships led to him calling the group Relic Squadron, and it was a pain for him to find parts to keep them all in working condition. Still, he was a genius, so Tomlin didn't begrudge him a few moments of complaining.

Once everything was ready, the pilot strapped himself in and began his flight check. "Raptor Lead, launching." he said as the green and white X-wing began to take off. He pointed his fighter out of the hanger doors and let the engines take him out to the vacuum of space. As he made his distance from the Courageous, he punched his hyperspace coordinates.

"Raptor Leader to all wings. Once we arrive at the station, begin your attack." he said into the comm as the three transport ships formed up behind him.

"Prepare to for the launch to hyperspace."
Good posts everyone. Next post coming tomorrow.
Darth Vader stood above the catwalk, surveying the damages done to the Death Star. One of the cores had been destroyed, and the resulting power surge fried many of the stations systems, including the engines. Fires had also broken out, but thankfully the emergency repair teams were getting them under control. What was more maddening than the damages was the fact that the rebels slipped out during all the chaos. The Emperor would demand and explanation... and retribution.

In his fist, Vader still grasped the lightsaber of Obi-Wan Kenobi. When the Sith Lord struck down the old man, he vanished, becoming one with the force. All that was left was his dusty old robe and his weapon.

Kenobi brought two Jedi apprentices with him. One of them was Kijani Organa, of all people. The princess of Alderaan would prove to be a powerful opponent of the dark side and leader of the Rebels. There was another, too. A boy who had shown some skill with a lightsaber. More than that, there was something about him that reminded Vader of...

"Padme." Vader said to himself, saying the name he thought he had forgotten. How long had it been since he last saw his beloved wife? And why did this boy bring back these memories?

"Sir?" said the officer standing not far behind vader, already nervous. He had come to inform vader that the Emperor demanded an audience with both him and the Grand Moff.

"As he wishes." Vader said, turning towards the turbolift to take to his shuttle. It would be a long flight to the Emperor's palace at Coruscant...
"Yes, I do." Max said, now that he was fully equipped and committed to this dangerous new task. After what happened in the ballroom, it was far too late to have second thoughts.

"I've gone over some of my own technical notes regarding the Orion, and it looks like we might be able to pilot it ourselves. Depending on how far we are going, of course." he said as they walked. "Which reminds me. After we do this, what happens next? I'm all for screwing the corporation, but where do we go from here? Should we start our own company?"

After leaving the party in a rush, he quickly went home to grab a few necessities. Mostly just warm clothes and some tools. The last thing he picked up before he left his apartment was a gun. He desperately hoped that he wouldn't need it, but Mr. Dorrsett taught him to expect the unexpected.

When they approached the small airship on the platform, he let Octavia take the lead and pilot the ship to the hanger, where the Orion and adventure awaited.
Adam managed to find the shower, and even remembered where his old clothes were hidden before changing into his disguise. Clean and with a few hours of sleep, he made his way to the cockpit to check on Han and Chewie.

"How are we holding up?" Adam said, taking a seat behind Chewbacca.

"Well, it looks like the Empire are more concerned with fixing their space station than chasing us, so it looks like we're clear." Han said. "Bail told us where the rebels were, and we should be there in an hour or so."

Adam nodded. His thoughts fell back to Kijani, sleeping in one of the backrooms. Now that Obi-wan was gone, she was really the only person he knew. He remembered what Bail said about staying away from her, but he'd like to think she cared for him, too.

"Han, you're pretty popular with girls, right?" Adam asked. Han turned his head with a look of confused suspicion on his face.

"I mean, yea. Why?"

Adam internally took a deep breath. "So you know how to talk to them and not seem like an idiot, right?" Han stared blankly for just a second before he and his wookie companion burst into laughter.

"You mean, can I help you get Kijani to like you?" the smuggler said between breaths. Adam suddenly felt his face grow very, very red.

"Am I really that obvious?" Adam said, knowing it was pointless to try and argue.

"Yes, kid. You are really that obvious." Han said, finally calming down.

"So are you gonna help me or not?" Adam was starting to feel a little ridiculous.

"I would, but she's a princess. Are you sure you're not aiming a little too high?" Han asked. That was exactly the question Adam had been asking himself for the last few hours. Her home was gone, but she was still royalty. Surely she could do much better than a dirty farmboy, Jedi or no Jedi.

"Honestly, I don't know. I'd like to think I'd still be in love with her if she wasn't a princess. I mean, she's brave, clever and very kind. Could she settle for much better than me? Definitely, but I'd like to at least try."
Tomlin answered all of the questions in turn, glad that his new pilots were at least taking this seriously. As this was his first mission flying with the Rebels, he wasn't sure what to expect.

"The three transport ships will be taking the commandos into the station, so your U-wing should be empty. If there is an emergency, we can use it to evacuate casualties or more supplies." he said to the Shistavanen pilot. "Otherwise, just back up the fighters."

"As for resistance, we know that the station carries a compliment of TIE's, as well as a few turbolasers. It's absolutly vital we knock out their communications so they can't call for reinforcements. The commandos are carrying explosives, and will attempt to destroy the station once their other objectives are complete. However, if something goes wrong, our priority remains getting the supplies back to the fleet."

"If there are no further questions, then prepare your ships. We leave in one hour."
Good posts, everyone.

Other than Gisk, does everyone else have a callsign figured out?
Tomlin nodded as everyone sat down. "Okay, Raptors. I know we haven't had a lot of time to get to know each other yet, but Command has already given us a mission." he said as he started the Holoprojector. The first slide showed the Rebel fleet.

"The Rebel Alliance is literally running of fumes. Since the evacuation of Hoth, most of our supplies were left behind or destroyed. As a result, the Alliance is short of everything, particularly fuel. In order to survive, we need to get creative." Tomlin said before showing the next slide. Next came an image of a space station.

"This is Hub Station One. It's the Empire's main supply depot for the entire sector. Ammunition, bacta, fuel, food, everything that the Imperial war machine needs to keep fighting passes through here before reaching their destinations." Tomlin said before turning to his squadron. "We are going to raid it."

The next slide showed a trio of GR-75 transports. "Once we eliminate the stations defenses and knock out their comms array, a commando strike team will move in, load up everything they can, and fall back to the fleet. Our job will be to provide cover and protect the transports. Any questions?"
Adam didn't remember falling asleep on the floor, but when he opened his eyes, he was back home. Everything was where it should have, completely untouched. Even the wall was put back into place, as if the Deathtroopers had never come. Obi-wan himself was sitting in the middle of the room, cradling something in his arms. Adam first thought it was his own lightsaber, but when he approached and say before his master, he could see that it was someone else's.

"Hello, Padawan." he said. His smile was genuine, as if nothing was wrong. Adam desperately wanted to reach out and hug his old master, but he stood still. If this was a dream, he didn't want to disturb it. If it was a message, he needed to pay attention.

"My time is short, and there is work for both of you." Obi-wan said, looking sad. Adam got the sense he genuinely wanted didn't want to leave Adam and Kijani, but had no choice. "You must continue her training, as well as your own." Obi-wan raised the lightsaber over his head and ignited the blade. It filled the small room with golden light.

"When you are ready, go to the Dagobah System, and find Master Yoda."

With a shake, Adam woke up. He could feel Kijani still slumped against his shoulder and the cold, durasteel floor underneath them. Adam wanted to take a shower, find some food, and do about a million other things, but he decided that he could leave Kijani on the floor. When he stood, he picked her up and bridal carried her into one of the back rooms. She was surprisingly light, and hoped he didn't wake her up when he set her down on one of Han's spare cots. When he saw a familiar looking lightsaber hooked onto Kijani's belt, he smiled and close the door behind him. To his surprise, he turned around to find Bail Organa staring face to face with him.

"Is she alright?" he asked with concern.

"Yea. She's just tired. I'm sure all of us are." Adam said before trying to move past him. Bail put his hand up.

"You care for her, I can see that. But if you really want her to be safe, you should keep her away from this Jedi business. When we get to Yavin 4, you need to leave." He said, finally letting him pass. Adam simply nodded and he walked past. What Kijani wants is not up to any of us, just her.
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