Bell looks at the unassigned F-35 in the hangars before going to do a quick inspection of the squadron's planes.
I quietly chuckle at the thought of exploding airplanes.
"Thanks for letting me help with Aircraft repairs, it helps manage my stress."
The squadron's commander walks into the hangar as if he's looking for someone. He spots the three of you and walks over.

: Kibble, Taylor, I need you two to grab one more squadmate, suit up, and get ready for a sortie. Imperials are in full retreat towards their fortifications at Taiton, we want to stop as many of them as we can before they get there. You'll get more details once you're in the air.
He hands a clipboard to Yukamo.

: And you, I need you and your team to prepare a Fulcrum for Guerra.

: Last I checked he was in the infirmary with a broken everything. Is he really in any condition to be flying?

: Not now, no. But he's recovering. Between the psychiatric visits and all the drugs the Mercanans are pumping him with, he'll be physically and mentally ready in a few days.

: ...Uh-huh. That's- never mind. We'll get on that. Good luck, you guys.