Survivor's Guilt - Choices - 1
Survivor's Guilt - Choices
by Joe M. Black
The Prudii touched off the hangar floor and soon crept its way out of the Impenetrable, one of the Empire's finest Imperial Star Destroyers. Alongside it roamed two more gunships, both similar and different from the Prudii, and inside those ships were two more Mandalorian squads. As far as Jarkiv was concerned, this was one of the biggest Mandalorian gatherings since the Republic's recruitments during the Clone War.
"This is Mand'alor," Mav roared over the three pilots' private line. "Final systems check."
"We're all green here," a male voice replied confidently. "Ready to make our run on your mark, 'alor."
"We're good here too and Mav, for the love of hell, please stop calling yourself Mand'alor."
Mav smiled cheerfully. "It's okay, Ruusaan, you'll stop hearing my voice the moment I get shot down, remember?"
"Looking forward to it," she replied arrog