The cross-shaped starfighter hung in the pitch-black emptiness of space. Emblazoned with the insignia of the Rebel Alliance, its external appearances belied the true allegiance of its pilot. At least, what those allegiances were supposed to be. As it turned out, they were growing increasingly complicated with every passing nanosecond. She was startled out of her introspection by the crackling of her comm unit, snapping her back to reality. “Yes, sir,” she answered Leader, doing her best to keep her voice even. “Jumping in three, two, one . . .” “Hey, you okay?” a voice asked her. She sighed.