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This is an excerpt from an interview with Lieutenant Chaden Marest, A-Wing Pilot and Amber Flight Lead with the Rebellion just prior to the Battle of Endor. He had previously flown both X-Wings and B-Wings and had been decorated twice for bravery. It is a story typical of the young men and women who regularly place their lives on the line for our liberty. Leanna Menar Alliance News Network (Embedded with Alliance Combat Forces) “Oh yea, there’s no doubt about it. That first confirmed kill is the one that stays with you. It doesn’t matter how many other furballs you live through, how many more take downs you accrue, it&#

It feels really strange to know that the job I’ve been doing for the past five years has suddenly come to an end. I mean it wasn’t even my primary job; more a secondary duty really, but I’d gotten used to it y’know? Let me just explain.   My name is Kaydel Ko Connix and I’m a Lieutenant and an Ops and Intel Technician First Class with the Resistance here on D’Qar. Now, on a day to day basis, that’s just a high and mighty way of saying I patch communications and datafeeds to interested parties and analyse and route intel reports to those who need to know. I love the job, I love the people and I genuin

“Raptor flight... Split!” Lt Joron Masic kicked in the etheric rudder, adding a twitch to the twin yoke he grasped. In the vacuum of space, he knew that his TIE/sf would have swung rapidly out to port but down here in the goo, he had to haul harder into the turn to give him the separation he needed.   Eyeing the sensor screen, he saw Dav Hollin pull out to starboard in a mirror of his own manoeuvre while the flight lead dragged his TIE into a screaming climb. With the split complete, Joron was clear to engage the Resistance fighters solo. Before the advent of the twin seat, upgraded TIE/sf, the fighters rarely flew without a win

D'Qar. Tranquil, temperate, and current home base to the Resistance’s aerospace strike fleet. Late in the year, it was a mild day with high, wispy cloud streaking the sky. Yet despite its promise of warmth, the day felt chill, and it had very little to do with the weather. Master Chief Miles Dorr stood silently on the ferrocrete as he awaited the return of the strike force from Starkiller Base. They already knew that the mission had been a success of course, but at what cost? To his right, he could see the lone figure on the far side of the pad, arms wrapped around herself, head bowed. She knew, as they all did, what had happened, what