"Thank you sir. I'll try not to be too Corellian for you to handle." the young woman replied the ghost of a smirk on her lips. She was wearing a flightsuit in the colors of the Corellian Expeditionary Force attached to the 3rd Fleet, and had a helmet tucked under her left arm.
Wonder who that is, Rosa thinks as her cabin door chimes. As far as she knew, none of her family was supposed to be anywhere close to her. The newly promoted woman walks to the door and answers it.
"Lt. Gelian can you tell me about the Squadron? Our designation... my designation and wing? I'd also like to go over my fighter if I can, hate to trust my life to a ship I haven't looked over and a crew I haven't met...not that I would expect anything but perfect condition from a Republic fighter but..." Istara trailed off with a shrug, there was a limit to bravado, and if she was going to get herself dead, the Corellian in her wanted it to be because the other guy was just that good, not because a part hadn't been serviced.
"We're not even one of the standard designations like Gray Squadron or Green Squadron? Guess that they really wanted to give you an open field to name us." the Corellian mused, giving some of the standard names that new squadrons used before choosing their final designation.
"What are the flight assignments? Wing pairs and three flights of four fighters or 4 flights of shield trios? And which flight am I with?"
When Sarcia and the engineering rating she was working with were just about done solving his problems with a power coupling, she got yet another page. This one was from the captain, though. Commander Cyn wanted her to show the new exec around the ship, and give an overview of what it could do.
Wonder who that is, Rosa thinks as her cabin door chimes. As far as she knew, none of her family was supposed to be anywhere close to her. The newly promoted woman walks to the door and answers it.