@[member="Viera Kisep"]
Clambering into his TIE-fighter, Falon couldn't help but miss Iblis, the co-pilot he'd spent almost all his missions working with. He'd decided to opt out of this mission. The Aargonar walker-incident had shaken him up a bit. Falon wasn't too surprised, given that Iblis had dragged his bleeding body from a burning walker and dragged him onto the Empress' shuttle. Falon had also been a bit disappointed with Empress' healing efforts. The wounds had opened up days later, catching him in his sleep.
Nonetheless, a medical droid had patched him up. He was hoping that wouldn't open up again. The claustrophobic TIE cockpit and his equally tight helmet wouldn't take to well to a sudden spillage of blood. Sealing the hatch above him, he set his mind to the fighter, engaging locks and powering up engines. Reaching forwards he activated comms, a Corvette suddenly powering past. That's comforting. They need a massive ship to protect us. Grinding his teeth, he stared outwards once more.
"Gold Fighter squad, this is Gold Leader."
"This is Gold 2."
"Gold 3, signing in."
"Gold 1, here and ready."
"Let's move." With that, the squadron rose from the hangar, shooting out into space with the roar of engines and the glow of engine trails.