Shalimar
First Post
Istara grimaces at mention of her mother and her mother's fleet. "Are we all flying P-wings or are 3 trios in E-wings with the fourth in P-wings." She couldn't keep a small touch of derision out of her voice at the prospect of flying one of the bombers. Her godmother might be brilliant and all, and they certainly were useful, but it wasn't her god mother that had to drive the lumbering things.
It seemed silly to her to break up a squadron into two different kinds of fighters if you could keep everyone in the same thing and attach a flight group of 4 P-wings. It'd let you divy up the squadron with 4 fighters protecting the P-wings, 4 protecting the ship from enemy fighters, and the last 4 going after the enemy's own bombers.
It seemed silly to her to break up a squadron into two different kinds of fighters if you could keep everyone in the same thing and attach a flight group of 4 P-wings. It'd let you divy up the squadron with 4 fighters protecting the P-wings, 4 protecting the ship from enemy fighters, and the last 4 going after the enemy's own bombers.