It didn't take long to figure out that Rogue Group wasn't the 'best' squadron in the fleet as much as it was the 'biggest blasted collection of broken X-wings' Kess had ever laid eyes upon. She managed to keep her comments to herself when Commander Skywalker/Master Luke was around, but she did not hold back expressing her opinion to the next person in her chain of command.
"You are sending up an X-wing without shields or backup life support?" Enraged arms flailed through the air at Neilson as the ready crew approached the Rogue Nine for refuel. Wisps of sweat-ridden hair came out of her braids in all directions and grease smudges streaked her forearms where the sleeves of her coveralls were hastily rolled up.
"The hell you think enviro-suits are for?" Neilson complained as he kept moving
