A little too close a call [OPEN]

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Trudy walked down the corridors with her general wide stride, her dogtags jingling and her rifle bouncing against her back. She'd slung it on the other side from her healing rib - which was also why she wasn't moving really fast. Of course, she was on her way to visit the ship that had kept her alive. She had to see what all those near-misses had done. At least scratched the paint, maybe more. She thought a shot had skimmed her astromech, and then there had been the blast that had crippled the Dart.

The hanger, unsuprisingly, was fairly busy. She figured she'd run into at least a couple of the squadron's mechanics, and probably even more of the squadron. It would be good to see the guys - and she especially wanted to talk to the General.

As she crossed over to her X-wing, she passed her Samson and paused. It was still in the same state it had been before she started training with Rogue Squadron. It took up a big chunk of her time, and getting caught up in the media library on her ship's specs took up the rest of it. "Sorry bebe," she said under her breath. "Guess I've left you after all."

She walked over to the X-wing, trailing her hand along its underside. It definitely showed that it had been in a firefight. There were a couple of blaster marks hellishly close to her engines, that made her start grinning like a fool. "Guess it could have been a whole hell of a lot worse," she said, tapping the cross around her neck. "Good on you, big man."

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"Ahhh, don't worry about it, kiddo," she said, reaching out to ruffle Karen's hair. All bark and no bite, this one. "We've encountered the enemy for the first time. Now we have more information on them, so next time we encounter them we'll do better."

There were certainly some things that Trudy wanted to implement as soon as possible - like the next shore leave, there should be at least a skeleton crew left on the ship. Having everyone planetside was a ridiculous and unnecessary risk.

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Aftran nodded, her face looking as though she were worried but trying to appear determined. "Next time... right. I can't really do anything, so good luck!"

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"You shouldn't have to do anything but be a kid," Trudy said. She believed firmly in this concept and nothing anyone else said had swayed her so far. "You stay out of the fighting and leave it to people who are trained to do it, okay? Just having you kids around makes me nervous."

She wished to God the kids had been left in the pods. Sure, some of them had experienced this kind of thing before - which made her really goddamn angry when she sat down to think about it - but it would have been better for them.