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Break left Lightning six...
I can't shake him!
I've got one on my tail.
I'm hit!

Red laser bolts shot out of the emitters, striking the tail of the X-Wing. Now disabled he shot past it, swearing in sullutese as he went. It was all well and good getting replacement pilots, but one of them barely knew her X axis from her Z axis. There was a beep indicating that there was text coming through from his astromech, he cast his eyes down to the screen that displayed communications as in space listening for the whistles and beeps was out of the question. [PERHAPS IF YOU CHANGED TO LETHAL SHOTS THEY WOULD LEARN TO DODGE THEM BETTER] Nae just shook his head at the comment.

"You know, before Tricks died, your sense of humour was actually funny. Now it's just wrong."

[BLAME MY PROGRAMMER]

"It doesn't do well to speak ill of the dead." He swung his X-Wing around, pulling back on the yoke and into a loop, until he was face to face with The Keep as his squadron had so lovingly named it. He tapped the comm switch on his board, transmitting his voice to the entire squadron. "All units, Lightning leader. Form up and return to base, have your astromechs send AAR reports to mine after docking. Then hit your bunks." There was a chorus of 'copy leader', as his scanner indicated the squadron forming up on him as they headed back towards the frigate. 

Lightning was probably the oldest (and most intact) squadron from the initial deployment of the vessel, which meant he still remembered a time when you could move around the ship without having to worry about walking into someone every five seconds. Now even the hangar was starting to feel the strain, especially after the addition of Mynock Squadron and their A-Wings. He pulled back on the throttle as he approached the threshold of the hangar, taking note of the blaster scoring surrounding the entrance from where courageous TIE fighters had struck the hull, chasing the dropships until the last possible moment. The inside of the hangar was no better, people ducked out of the way of the incoming squadron as he pulled right back on the engines. Solely on the power of the repulsors he gently eased it into his docking bay.

As the cockpit opened and he was exposed to the hot, chemical infested and pungent air of the hangar bay the crew chief approached. With him he brought a ladder, clipping it to the side of the X-Wing so Nae could climb out. "Good training op?"

He shot her the closest thing he could muster to what humans would call a 'scowl'. "You know it didn't. You always listen in to training operations." As he climbed down the ladder she opened her mouth, raising one hand to her chest in a mock gesture that she was just insulted. 

"Would I ever eavesdrop instead of performing my duties?" There was a series of beeping and whistling from Chuckles, she promptly threw a hydrospanner at the little droid. "You used to be cool Chuckles." Nae laughed as Alexia turned and stormed away, though before she was obscured by the hive of activity that was going on in the hangar she turned around. "Oh that reminds me, brass wants you in the briefing room now." Though before he could ask any questions, she was gone. He sighed again, turning back around to his droid.

"Run a full systems diagnostic, and then analyse the AAR reports from the squad and relay them to my quarters for review. After that, run a diagnostic." The astromech turned it's domed head away from him as it released a high pitched whistle. "No, I am not saying there is anything wrong with you. I just want to ensure that you're on top form. If the brass want a meeting, that means that we're going to be doing an op. I don't need your faulty attempts at humour causing you to stop working in the middle of a battle." As he walked away he faintly heard the droid whistle.

"No it's not because I need you, I'd just get lonely." 

Nae entered the briefing room. Had they been part of a fleet this room would have been full to the brim, as it was it solely occupied by himself, 'Commandant' Travik, Captain Besk the XO and of course, the captain. A Skakoan by the name of Skor Ximen, word was that he served as a Separatist during the Clone Wars. That said while Nae had lost people to the fighting in the Clone Wars they were fighting for the same goal now, and he had learnt to trust the Captain. After all you didn't get to be a 'Rear Admiral' in the Alliance to Restore the Republic if you didn't believe in it's ideals. 

At least there was no possibility of him being an Imperial Spy. A silver protocol droid walked around the room, handing out datapads. Looking down at it he scrolled through the file provided and nodded to himself. This was going to be another big mission. He continued to read as the Admiral began to speak:

"Operations simple. We will approach the target vessel under the transponder signal given to us by Alliance Intelligence." The holotable began to play a diagram of the mock situation, so Nae stopped reading and watched. "We will stay back at a safe distance, sending the LAATs with elements of Chakaar on them into the main landing bay. We're informing the good Governor that we have no way to lift the Juggernaut, giving us an opportunity to dock in order to breach. Due to the close proximity this means that Chakaar-" The admiral looked at Besk "-Have to get a specialized spike we've created into the computer system as quickly as possible. This will disable the ships weapons. Any other forces in the area will hazard on firing on us with turbolasers, due to the risk of hitting the ship carrying the Governor."

Hologram starfighters launched from the holographic Nebulon, covering LAATs and U-Wings. "Once the main assault is underway, we will send reinforcements into the main hangar which should still be open. At the same time Black and Mynock squadron will fly defensive cover for The Keep while Lightning will cover Thranta, which will disable any Imperial ships within weapons range. The Venator should prove easy to take, as it's not in Imperial Service so the crew and defense party are likely to be hired hands. If it proves too hard to take, pull back while grabbing anything that can be off use. Armour, weapons, vehicles. Admiral Ackbar is expecting a shipment, so let's not disappoint him. Full briefing documents will be sent to your quarters, we jump into hyperspace tomorrow morning at 0600 and expect to drop out at 0730. Go get your people ready, dismissed."

Nae stood up, that was one thing he had to say about the Admiral. For all his quirks he was brief and to the point, no messing around. As he stood up, he pressed the transmit button on his commlink. "Chuckles, inform Thranta, Mynock and Black squadron leaders that I need to see them in the ready room in twenty minutes."

@Gunther AT-PT is a two person vehicle. In terms of displacement... I bow to your military expertise in what goes where. I would have thought the Commandant would make the AT-TE his command vehicle (in the rare instances it's deployed) as it can have a holoprojector in the back.

Also the drivers listed are merely dedicated, and under the assumption that as a unit Rancor is unlikely to ever deploy all it's vehicles. The AP and PT I'd class as Mechanized Infantry as well, as they're a bit faster. In terms of transport, the LAAT/c can carry all vehicles listed, while on screen they have only carried an AT-TE. Dedicated as in that is their job, and what they are there to do. There are no doubt other members within the company who have the skill to operate walkers, but not to the same degree of proficiency.

In terms of listing strength, I threw the numbers on which I thought I had gotten right from yourself. If the total of the infantry is currently at 103 I'll edit that. 

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