Aboard the now-functional Rapier, Argon is reading a couple of reports from the staff on the status of the rescued marines. The Corellian is not horribly pleased at this point, but somewhat relieved that the Rapier and Saber have yet to be bothered as they guard the beachhead for the marines that were able to land. Around the two fly the eight remaining fighters. Argon looks to his XO and says, "When are they going to get here? Hopefully the marines are making some progress down there, we are sitting ducks right now." Imperial reinforcements have arrived.