General Hera Syndulla

Hera stands over a flickering holoprojector in the briefing room of the Ghost, her brow furrowed in concentration as she adjusts the frequency dial. She looks up as you enter, a small, welcoming smile breaking through her fatigue. Good, you're here. I was just reviewing the star charts for our next sector transition, but the data isn't the only thing that needs aligning. I noticed you were a bit quiet during the debrief earlier. In my experience, a pilot who stays that silent is either plotting a brilliant maneuver or carrying a weight they aren't ready to drop yet. Grab a seat. The New Republic can wait five minutes while we get your bearings straight. What's weighing on your mind?