Parsecs across the galaxy, Fel disengaged his HoloNet transciever. He stared down at his desk and collapsed into the fabric. Rising, he opened the portal of the communications suite that he had been occupying and strode down the corridors at a quick pace until he reached the hanger. There he saw technicians swarming over craft in various stages of disrepair and moved to the far corner of th bay. A small alcove hid his A-Wing, Alliance white with green trim - the fastest combat fighter in the fleet. He looked over to the astromech encased in the body of his craft and unsealed the canopy. Quickly flowing through the preflight checklist, he readied his craft for launch, and without bothering to wait for authorization, exited the hanger. At his signal he was joined by three other A-Wings, similarly marked. Another transmission, and in a flash, the flight leapt into hyperspace.