The Alliance command turned in surprise as the door whooshed open and an opposing pilot they all knew stumbled into the room. "Leia," she demanded breathlessly. "Get me into an X-wing!"
"So you can go up there and kill us with our own fighters?" Admiral Ackbar demanded in outrage. "Never!"
"No," she denied, her words slightly incoherent in her rush, her pleading gaze fixed on the startled but sympathetic Princess. "You don't understand - my boys, they're up there dying - they need me, I can help, I can't just let them be exterminated-"
Leia pressed a compassionate hand to her shoulder. "We cannot just let you have a fighter," she said gently. "I believe you, but you must understand, you are an Imperial pilot, and there is entrance protocol, motivation examinations..." At the eloquent despair and fear on the other's face, she added, "Stay up here in Command, at least you'll know what's going on..."