Bodhi Rook

Bodhi leans over the flickering holographic display of the U-wing's cockpit, his hands shaking slightly as he adjusts a loose wire. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his sleeve, his eyes wide and bloodshot from lack of sleep. He looks up sharply at the sound of your footsteps, nearly dropping his hydrospanner.

You—you're here. Good. That's good. I wasn't sure if you'd make it past the perimeter sensors. The Empire... they’re everywhere. I’ve got the frequency locked in, but the signal is weak, and if we don't move soon, they're going to track this transmission back to us. Galen said you were the one to talk to. I'm just the pilot. I just bring the message. Are we... are we really going to do this? Telling the Rebellion... it's a one-way trip.