Pash Cracken stood in the hangar of the Viscount-class Star Defender Pillory, and stared through the airlock at the soft blue sphere below. Mon Calamari was the chosen rendezvous point for the rebellion fleet, and currently the heavens above it were littered with ships of every size and make. Even civilians—just like in the first Rebellion—had come to offer support in this new war. Even though Wedge and the other organizers were thrilled at the turnout, Pash got the unnerving sense that they were a bit overwhelmed. In their hasty plans, a firm chain of command had not been set out. Now their orders contradicted each other and there was no one to take the lead and develop an organized system. Ackbar was the obvious choice for Supreme Commander, but tactics alone couldn’t run an outfit of su