“Now,” Gella said, heart pounding, “General, Captain, I’m trying to help you, dammit.” “Help?” Captain A’lbaran scoffed, still flying in lockstep, trailing after the rogue pilot. “Yes, help. My name is Jedi Knight Gella Nattai.” “Jedi,” came a hiccup of surprise from one of the other pilots. It seemed no matter where she went in the galaxy, the word was voiced with the same tone of surprise. Gella focused on that, on the recognition, the weight of it. Nothing as selfish as pride but bolstered by a sense of rightness she could never truly put into words.
