"Drank your breakfast again, Davis?" The crewman jostled past the pilot as she leaned against a bulkhead, and only laughed as she flipped him a rude gesture. By the time she felt like moving again the crewman was long gone and she was surrounded by mouse droids and technicians running to and fro.

The ISD II Termagant was at Eriadu undergoing repairs. Crew were being swapped in and out, giving some a much needed rest and bringing in snot-nosed cadets to ruin everyone's day. Rumor was that there would be some new Shadows brought into the squadron too, but Bette hadn't recieved any transfer papers to solidify that into fact. As one of the highest ranked pilots of Shadow Squadron, she would hope that any pilot changes would be run by her first.

Suddenly a klaxon sounded, ripping through Bette's head like a ragged vibroblade. "All senior officers to report to stations."

She sighed, pushed off from the bulkhead, and stalked her five foot four inch frame to the pilots briefing room. As a Flight Commander she certainly qualified as a senior officer, but she hated brushing elbows with the other squadron commanders. They were so... elitist.

That thought brought a grin, as the Shadows were the best of the best, and the other pilots knew it. If she was snubbed by the other squadrons, it was simply because that was what the Shadows dished out to them. And they deserved it too, those whiny mynock bastards.

She wasn't the last to arrive to the briefing room, but she wasn't the first either. Bette slipped inside and took a seat near the back and kicked her feet up on the chair in front of her.

The commanding pilots of Bloodwing Squadron were sitting near her. "I heard Captain Tellison in the passage just outside the bridge said that we're being put on alert. Something about Rebel forces massing near Sullust."

Bette Davis' ears pricked up at that, and she sat up a little straighter, her feet hitting the deck. Some action at last!