Hey everyone. Specter7 here. Once again, this chapter's short, and the next few will be. But don't worry; it'll pick up speed, just you wait:) I hope you like it, and...
May the Force be with you.
"This is Captain Syndulla speaking. A-318 Squadron pilots, check in."
"Smith, checking in."
"Gonzales, checking in."
"Nelson, checking in."
"Tullier, checking in."
"Alright," Hera Syndulla said with a smile. "This'll be our last run for awhile. Make it count."
"Copy that, Captain," Nelson said over Hera's intercom.
"Diamond Strike formation!" Hera ordered and five U.S. Air Force jets lined up into an attack pattern as they flew across the clear blue sky.
Hera was relaxed as her squadron ran through the well-practiced formations. She had been flying for the U.S. Air Force for seven years now, and she was only twenty-five. Her and her pilots were doing one last run before Hera was transferred to some backwater town in Lothal County down South. It would be awhile before she could fly with A-318 Squadron again, so, they were making the most of their last run.
After another hour or so, Hera finally sighed, running a hand through her long blonde hair. "Okay, Squadron," she said. "Practice is over. Let's get these birds on the ground."
Hera had changed out of her orange flight jumpsuit into the usual camouflage uniform. She had just said goodbye to her pilots and was picking up the last of her transfer papers.
"Name?" the man behind the desk asked without looking up.
"Captain Hera Syndulla Jarrus," she answered. "I'm here for my transfer papers." Hera couldn't help letting a note of regret creep into her voice. She was transferring. AGAIN.
Will I ever stay in one place? Hera asked herself.
The man in front of her leafed through some papers and finally gave her a manilla folder with her name stamped on it in red ink. Hera opened it and the man put his finger on one of the pages.
"This is your operating number," he said gruffly. "Only military personnel can issue it, so don't give it to anyone else but your commanding officer when you get to..." the man looked at her expectantly.
"Lothal County," Hera answered.
"Lothal County," he repeated. "Clear, Captain?"
"Yes, sir," Hera nodded.
The man hesitated, then sighed. "You got a family, kid?" he asked suddenly.
The question caught her off guard and Hera finally answered, "I got married about three years ago."
He nodded absently. "Well... Good luck to you two."
Hera gave a small smile. "Thanks," she said and tipped her military cap to him.
Hera turned and started to walk away when the man said, as if an afterthought, "Hey... what's your husband's name?"
She turned around slowly. "It's Kanan," she said eventually.
"Kanan Jarrus."
Hope you liked it. The next chapter is coming right up. Specter7 out.