“Tonight we are victorious!”
Cassian had been informed of Red Squadron’s success from where he was stationed back on the base. They had done it– all of the hard work and sacrifice of everyone in the rebellion had been worth it after all.
After that night, the captain hoped Imperial forces would no longer be looking for the rebels responsible for stealing the Death Star plans– he hoped once more he would be able to join his fellow soldiers in the fight, unafraid that he would only attract more danger than necessary for the soldiers who would stand by his side.
With a warm smile, he clapped the pilot on the shoulder in a congratulatory half-hug. “In no small part thanks to you, Darklighter. You men did something incredible tonight, and the rebellion will celebrate this victory for years to come.”