Then it was Wyl, Nath, Vitale, and Denish Wraive, and Wyl knew there wasn’t much time left. You made mistakes, he told himself, but you tried. “You did good,” he told his ship. Then a new thunderclap hit the battlefield. Wyl looked up and laughed like a man drenched in rain as a shadow passed over the stars. The voice through his comm was clear and self-assured. “This is General Syndulla to all New Republic forces. Vanguard Squadron is here.”
