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‘…every man thinks meanly of himself for not having been a soldier…’ Samuel Johnson.

Mia woke with a start in her cramped quarters damp with sweat, and for a moment forgot where she was. Shaking her head to wake herself up, Mia wasn’t at all surprised she was still adjusting to life on board various warships or hurtling around in space being shot at.
She had only been an officer in the Rebel Squadrons for several short months, but in that time she had already nearly been killed on numerous occasions and had lost some close friends. But it wasn’t her close calls as a pilot which had woken her up sweating, but a much older memory, of her father.
In truth, Mia had tried not to think too much about her father, Lance StormChaser, since his sudden death just over four standard years ago. Something deep inside her still refused to accept he was gone, and she still found that when images and memories of him surfaced in her thoughts, that she tried hard to push them deep down inside her, and tried to forget.
But it wasn’t easy to forget him. Larger then life during her early childhood, she now realised that despite his unconditional love for her, his amusing tales which kept them all in hysterics every evening at the dinner table, her father had in many ways, been a failure. Liked surely by all who knew him, Lance just wasn’t a farmer and Mia clearly remembered that despite her father’s assurances that they would be fine, the family had struggled to make ends met every season.
But it wasn’t just that Mia had remembered in her fitful sleep, it was something that her father had told her about his past, that until now she had forgotten.
The whole family knew of course that Lance, just before he had been married had briefly been an Alliance soldier at the fledgling Rebellion’s first base on Mia’s home planet of Dantoonine. Apart from knowing that he had chosen to stay on Dantoonine to marry her mother, Mia didn’t know the particulars of his service with the rebellion other then he had been a Corporal.
Mia did remember though, that in a rare show of seriousness, had father had briefly spoken to her about his time as a soldier.
‘Remember Mia, if you ever find yourself in a situation where you are forced to fight, for those you love or something close to your heart, strike first, and strike hard. Strike to win.’ Lance had said, a serious look in his eyes.
Mia hadn’t paid much attention at the time, but for the first time in many years, her father’s voice had come back to her, and still seemed to echo in her head as she struggled to wake up fully and pull on her flight suit…

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Bringing her shielded TIE Interceptor around for another patrol pass, Mia was pleased to see the rest of her flight of three rookie pilots remained in tight formation as ordered. These pilots were even greener then she was, but they had the makings of some fine pilots if only she could keep them alive during their first few combat missions.
She wouldn’t have long to wait to find out, as hurried alerts started blaring from her comlink, informing her that the Victory Star Destroyer Chlorite had just jumped in and was already sending waves of TIE Bombers to attack their craft.
‘Listen up Pebble Flight’ Mia quickly directed her wingmen.
‘It’s time to earn our pay. Take out those Bombers making a run for the Dreadnought Antlerite. Follow my mark’. Mia continued.
Waiting briefly for her wingmen to acknowledge her orders, Mia smiled as she added ‘And hit them fast guys, hit them first and strike to win.’
Turning her TIE towards the lead Bomber, Mia accelerated to attack speed, her father’s voice still echoing her mind…