The Captain grinned. “In the air? I’m sure they’re death on wings. Down here, parked and hiding and waiting for their ride to Troithe? If they step out of their TIEs, we’ll slit their throats in their sleep. If not, we’ll clip their feathers and offer them a fair fight.” Despite the words, there was neither pride nor malice in his tone. “Keep the rest of my company safe on Troithe, and I promise we’ll do our part.”
