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He softly uttered a sigh to himself, thinking. Here am I again playing flyboy. Ever so often I wonder if our forces are stretched thin when it comes to available officers. Well no use thinking about it now. Hopefully when this supply run is over, the garrison will give us some decent beer in exchange.
Barrenfist examined his sensor to see if there anything suspicious but saw nothing other than the blue dots that symbolize their collection of ships. According to reports pirates with Hutt, blessings have become more aggressive against Republic shipping even before the declaration of war. So far on this journey they have not suffer any attacks...yet.
If there is to be trouble, it pays to be prepared. Where their party lacked in numbers, they will make up with quality along with a Jedi in support. The dossier he read on Lucien Volante made it clear to Talos the peacekeeper used to be a fellow brother in arms before entering the Order.
A more skilled pilot than me that’s for sure and he’s a solid tactician. Of course those gentleman types from the academies puzzle me at times.
Turning on the comms among the small fighter squadron, the dark whiskered man called in to Lucien.
“Hanging in there Volante? I imagine it’s good to be flying with the Republic’s finest again...even as a glowstick-wielding monk. Out of curiosity are ya a eunuch now too?”
Talos smiled at his good-natured jest and it grew wider as he heard the other pilots snicker to themselves. Humor or even the attempt at it does wonders for morale.
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