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Amilyn Holdo had always enjoyed dressing up. Usually this meant eclectic hair colours and eccentric styles of clothing, but she also understood the power that an individual’s appearance could have in any given situation. She understood that the impression that would be conveyed could have a lot of impact. It was for this reason that she had dressed less flamboyantly that morning, and more sensibly, though she hadn’t forfeited her bright hair colour—currently an eye-catching apple green shade.
She was just as conscious of her stride as she approached the woman with whom she was planning to talk, trying to convey a sense of purpose with every stride rather than ‘seeming to float on a cloud’ as Leia had once put it.
“General,” Amilyn began to speak almost immediately, so as not to give herself enough time to change her mind, “I heard you were looking for volunteers. For your next mission.”
‘Heard’ was an exaggeration. ‘Snooped through the files’ would have been more accurate. The truth was—Amilyn almost felt guilty just thinking it—she felt a little useless in the rebellion. Or perhaps ‘under-utilised’ was the correct word. Whenever Leia was off on a diplomatic mission and whatever else she got up to, it was difficult for someone like Amilyn to be heard amid the sea of trigger-happy flyboys all vying to be the next big rebel hero. And yes, maybe Kar, the rather intimidating woman no doubt raising an eyebrow at her at this very moment, was just as trigger-happy if not worse... but maybe, just maybe, she would let Amilyn do something. She wanted to feel useful for a change, and she knew that Kar’s missions, however off-the-record they might be, were a huge asset to the rebellion.
She kept her gaze neutral yet determined, and her voice was even as she continued: “I was wondering if I might be considered.”
