At 2000 all pilots of Blue and Red Squadron had gathered in the command center.
The room was filled with expectant voices, while the data collected by Snap ran across the monitors.
When Admiral Ackbar entered the room, the voices fell silent. For his more than 80 standard years the Mon Calamari looked fit and healthy.
He went to the holoprojector table in the middle of the room.
There he pressed a switch and a three-dimensional image of Rakata Prime's orbit hovered over the table with the signatures of enemy ships.
The Admiral cleared his throat and began to speak: "Captain Wexley's last recon mission provided us with crucial data. As you see, the First Order had invaded New Republic regions again.
We have informed the New Republic about this incident, but they have ignored it. But we will respond to this provocation.
Our contact on Rakata Prime confirmed that the Star Destroyer Crusher is still in orbit." A murmur went through the assembled pilots. The Admiral silenced them with a movement of his hand.
"We will make clear to the First Order that they can't defy the Galactic Agreement unpunished. Man your fighters and may the Force be with you!"
Poe took the floor: "You've heard the Admiral. Let's show them that the Resistance take no nonsense. We meet at the landing pad."
At the landing pad the pilots crowded round their commander, to receive last orders. Dameron leaned casual at his X-wing where his astromech BB-8 was already anchored in his socket.
"The standard armament suffices for this mission to scare the First Order."
A young pilot wrinkled his forehead and countered: "24 fighters against a Star Destroyer? That's impossible, Poe."
Dameron smiled. "It isn't impossible, Sev. There were only 30 fighters which attacked the first Death Star.
" With good reason he had withheld the information that of the 30 pilots only few survived. Nomi let her gaze roam over the assembled pilots.
Her three sons stood together and spoke quiet with each other. Biggs and Corran would fight together, while Dash Jr. would be Jess Pava's wing man.
The triplet's excitement before the battle was almost palpable.
Whereas Tasherit stood totally calm alongside a young, handsome pilot with black hair and blue eyes, who was apparently her wing man.
The Jedi was deep in thought that she startled, when Dash approached her and touched her arm.
"What are you looking so thoughtful, Darling? It isn't the first time we're flying in combat. And I'm your wing man, Nomi. What could go wrong?"
He gave her a kiss, then he went to his X-wing. "We meet in Rakata Prime's orbit!"
Nomi hurried to her fighter, where Fuzzy, her faithful astromech droid was waiting for her.
She climbed up the ladder, slumped in her seat, don her helmet, strapped in and closed the canopy. "Fuzzy, check the engine and the armament! I don't want a nasty surprise.
" The droid warbled an answer. The Jedi nodded. "Good, Fuzzy, let's go."
Gradually, the X-wings ascended into D'Qar's atmosphere to assemble soon after in orbit at the jump point. Nomi heard Dameron's order via comm: "Blues, Reds, ready for the jump to hyperspace.
On my command: 3-2-1-Go!"
The attack at the First Order Star Destroyer Crusher had begun.