OOC: Oh yeah, I told Fiarr to fly a Z-95 and then didnt put her on the organization chart :D
"Blue 9 here - ready to fly." said Devon as he worked quickly through the Y-Wings preflight, then frowned. He'd forgotten something.
"Frak, they coulda said something." he muttered to himself, then hurridly pushed the lid of the simulator open. Blinking in the light he looked round at Fiarr.
"I not assign you a fighter? Shoulda said something..." fiddling with his datapad for a moment, Devon pointed the Bothan to the one unoccupied simulator.
"Take Blue 4 - that puts you in One flight."
He gave the Bothan a faintly embarrased grin before slamming the lid of his own simulator again and finishing his pre-flight checks.
Flash:
"Hey Nine, is it just me or does he remind you of that bad pirate captain stereotype we head on the convoy mission a week or two back? You know, the one who threatened to ram an Imperial convoy?"
Devon chuckled.
"Yeah, that guy was crazy. Hopefully this one's not as nuts." Devon fidgeted whilst he waited for Fiarr to get her simulator running, then:
"OK, Blue boys and girls - this is Lead. Time for us to move out. Get airborne and into flight wings. One Flight - gimmie a make on that escort ship and any others you spot. Two flight, escort Three. Close fast and dont answer comms - I'm not interested in talking to these guys. Don't forget once the shooting starts, we are on a very tight time limit."