Trudy's fighter tumbled through space like a drunken bird, and only her wrenching on the controls kept her from crashing into the nearest asteroid. The field floated eerily silent in the wake of the battle, wreckage strewn all around.

"All squadrons form up around the Quarter," she ordered. "Those with towing capabilities, pick up the wounded and unresponsive. Let's get everyone home."

She needed to have words with some people, and she needed to find out from the Captain what the GIA considered a 'small force-' but that came later. Priority was getting all of her pilots back safely.