“This is ridiculous. I should be prepping my X-wing right now. This is not how I want to finish this war!” Anakin winced as his sister kicked the dry earth, sending a cloud of dust into the air. Her tiny fists were balled in anger, and the Force boiled with her fury. They had only been on Terephon few hours, but all she had done was fume about her exit from Rogue Squadron. Next to their encampment was the rebel ground forces, armed to the teeth with the new weapons commissioned especially for combat with Baci. This time they would be the ones with the upper hand. “That’s what you think.” * * *