General Luka's call for attention cut through the ranks like a lightsaber through Stormtrooper armor.

Cos chewed the inside of his cheek, an old habit. He was nervous. Something about the tone of the General's voice didn't fill him with confidence. A job to do and not much time to do it? That was their bread and butter, but the kind of job that needed all available hands was a different thing altogether. Not one that they hadn't been prepared for, but one that Cosimo, and perhaps many of the other pilots too, had yet to play an active part in.

There was more information to come, this time from General Meorrrei.