Walking among the rather large hangar, Crystaall began to observe the many X and A wings around her. The only thing odd was that there were two YT-1300s, except that the other one was stored in a different hangar. Wearing her new brown rebel jacket and white shirt, along with black pants, Crystaall was just strolling about admiring how much the Alliance had for such a small operation. The Dragon Hawke was not optimized for combat, so the Alliance had given her a personal X-Wing, the same type of fighter being issued to the Squad. The squad names were that of average Humans, which actually surprised her. She could only assume that they were just trying to cover up their past, since they did not want to be linked to the Empire any longer. The leader was John, a tough and strong leader who wielded dual pistols. He apparently took that skill from the original clone. Max was a bit younger than the rest. He was a tech and medical man, who actually upgraded her arm's tech. Rick was a muscle guy and he was hell bent on destroying his opponent. He was used to carrying a heavy gun, he named a minigun, even though it was exactly the opposite. She laughed a little at him when she heard about it. The last man was, oddly enough, a Zabrak. She was told it was a side effect from another cloning procedure. He wasn't like the rest though, since he stayed silent most of the time and he never missed his mark. All he said was that he studied everything and everyone, which made her think that he had acquired that from a Jedi he must had served. His shot with any weapon was near perfect, but he admitted he could never lift the minigun Rick carried on elimination missions. Grey-Kast barely spoke a word to her on his whole past though. There were dealing with gangs and his contract missions with Vex, but she couldn't dig any deeper, unfortunately. The others weren't really interested in prying into Crystaall's past, having known most of it. The one thing that bothered her was that she still did not understand what Vex had been trying to tell her. There was a destiny that he saw with her. A future that he knew would be one she could enjoy and thrive in, but until she could figure out what that journey would be, she would serve the Rebel Alliance to bring the galaxy back to a peaceful place. Staring at the Hawke, she sighed. She was still in the dark.
"Everything being found nicely?"
The voice that spoke was Mon Mothma. She stood with her hands overlapping each other, he arms crossing her breasts. Crystaall turned to face her and shrugged her shoulders.
"Everything's fine its just that-"
"Its difficult to start when no one gives you everything you need?"
"Yea."
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine in the coming years. I am pretty sure you have flying experience?"
"Yes, but I lost my ship on Coruscant. Never really left that planet much of the time either."
"Well, you won't be stationed here for long, big things are coming our way. You are just one of them."
"Thanks."
Mon Mothma turned and began to leave and Crystaall smiled as the woman soon left her sight. Big things were coming their way. She could only hope they would help her understand herself and her future.
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