Hera, Chopper, and I waited outside the command center as they were having a meeting.

Mon Mothma came out and told Hera "Still no decision."

"They don't trust us." Hera said.

"It isn't that. The tie defender isn't our only problem. The empire has some new plan as evidence by Protocol 13." Mon Mothma said.

"Never heard of it." Hera said.

"Me neither." I said.

"It is the immendiate evacuation of all Imperial personnel for a occupied planet." Mon Mothma said.

"An order like that should only confirm our worst fears and there too afraid to do anything about it." Hera said as left and headed inside the closed meeting.

"Hera wait, I don't think this is a good idea." I said as Chopper and I followed her, followed by Mon Mothma.

"Captain Syndulla, Commander Horton, this is a closed doors coun--" Bail Organa said before she was interupted by Hera.

"Senator, if I may, I know the odds are aganist this attack's success but if that fighter goes into production, our squadron's will not stand a chance. I believe its a risk worth taking and wether we fail or succed, at least our actions will show the Empire and the galaxy that we will not stand down, that we will not be broken by fear, that we are strong, united by our courage, now is our time to strike." That was Hera's speech.

"You know, there was an idea to bring together a grouple of remarkable people to see if we could become something more. So that when the galaxy needed us, we could fight the battles that they never could. In time, the Empire will know what its like to lose, they'll feel so despartly that they're right, yet they'll fail all the same. They'll dread us run from us, hope is still alive." That was my speech.