The Rebellion was still licking it wounds after the Battle of Endor. Small attachments of support vessels, including one Mon Calamari Cruiser, were several jumps away from the rendezvous point. Most of the crew wandered the ship in a daze at the heavy casualties suffered. Many heroes had perished, notably General Solo and Calrissian and regrettably, Princess Leia Organa. Reports had been coming in that even Luke Skywalker did not escape the Death Star and was killed.

It was a time of regrouping and evolving. The Rebel Alliance was not dead. New life would be breathed into its smoldering embers and burn brightly once more. Those that have died for the cause would not have done so in vain. They gave their lives for freedom and until that goal is achieved, the Rebel Alliance would never be defeated.

Grace watched several X and Y-wings practice on the deck of the Redemption, clinging to that hope. It was one of the rare times you would find her in the plain Alliance uniform. What few markings were on her designated Grace as a member of Rebel Intelligence.

"Ma'am?"

She snapped to attention, turning around with her arms crossed. Long brown hair graced her shoulders and her dark eyes lit up in curiosity to the young Private standing nearby. Normally, others stirred cleared of her. Her job consisted of all the dirty work that was necessary for the Alliance to exist and wasn’t discussed. Respected within the ranks because of the risks she took, she was also isolated from her comrades. A life Grace had expected and held no regrets. "What is it?"

"A transmission was received from base." He extended a datapad for her perusal. "Orders were specific. This was to be given to you."

Upon taking the datapad, he saluted and returned to his station as Grace keyed in her access code. The new orders were disturbing and she blanched. "Oh dear.”

Already her mind was calculating the best course of action as she pointed to one of the Communications Officer, “You there, Ensign."

A Sullustan turned around at his station and looked at the operative, waiting for orders.

"Get Belargic on the comm and tell him to meet me in the situation room ASAP." She took one last look at the orders and switched them off. "May the Force be with us.”