![]() Corran fought the urge to use the stick to compensate for the roll. "Go to light speed and rendezvous on the Redemption." As Corran engaged the X-wing's hyperdrive, the stars elongated themselves into white cylinders, then snapped back into pinpoints and began to revolve slowly, transforming themselves into a tunnel of white light. He punched a button sending the same coordinates out to the other pilots in Green Flight. "Whistler, have you finished the navigation calculations?" The green and white R2 unit seated behind Corran hooted, then the navdata spilled out over Corran's main monitor. "Green Two is operational." Green Three and Four checked in, then the external screens came alive projecting an empty starfield. "Primary and secondary power is at full." Ooryl Qrygg, his Gand wingman, reported similar start-up success in a high-pitched voice. "Green One has four starts and is go." All around him in the cockpit various switches, buttons, and monitors flashed to life. Reaching out he flicked the starter switches for the X-wing simulator's engines. No, you just wanted it to be self-evident and easily recognized by everyone around you. I've never tried to suggest I'm that good of a pilot. The line had been a simple comment, not meant to be cruel nor delivered that way, but it cut deep into Corran. Corran Horn's cheeks still burned at the memory of Commander Antilles's evaluation of his last simulator exercise. Stackpol # 1 You're good, Corran, but you're no Luke Skywalker.
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