“Millennium Falcon, standing by for orders,” said Lando. “Mon Calamari fleet, standing by,” came another voice. “Phantom Squadron, standing by.” “Ghost, standing by.” “Anodyne Two, standing by.” Poe was not the crying type, but as everyone called in, one after another after another, liquid pooled in his eyes. They had done it. The spark of the Resistance had become a fire. “Alphabet Two, standing by.” “Zay Versio with Inferno Squad, standing by. Look at all these ships!” “Fireball, here. Hi, everyone!”