And just like that, it was over. Not entirely over, but the Imp fleet had been soundly beaten, sent running home with their tails between their legs. It was victory, of a sort.<br/><br/>Kass turned her head to regard the remaining TIEs, most of which were running at top speed back to their mother vessel. A few were staying behind, either through insane fanaticism or blind hate, determined to extract some lasting toll of the Alliance pilots. Her first instinct was to turn and engage, as no good pilot shows their rear to the enemy. And by good pilot she was thinking of ones that were still alive. But common sense dictated that moving under the<span style="font-style: italic">Yell's</span>protective anti-fighter coverage would be of great assistance to her and her wingman. Not to mention the direct order to pull back from the battlezone.<br/><br/>"Six, this is Five. New course, let's head for the<span style="font-style: italic">Yell</span>. I need a drink or something." The X-Wing's nose made it's way around at her bidding, still sluggishly compared to the A-Wings that she longed to fly again. Evas' response contained just as much arrogance as she expected.<br/><br/>"Six, I getcha. We screwed these sorry bastards over, didn't we?" The quick commotion of Three and Four's narrow escape from becoming a smear on the<span style="font-style: italic">Yell's</span>hull prevented Kass from returning with the irate rebuke she wanted to. Those "sorry bastards" were people too. People fighting for a different side, but people nonetheless. They deserved no less respect from them than their own comrades. For which they would have to hold a memorial of some kind, out of respect, if nothing else.<br/><br/>"Five, keep scanning. We wouldn't want to get jumped now." The pair powered back to their home away from home, draped in silence as both concentrated on their respective machines.<br/><br/>"Lead, this is Five. Myself and Six are on course for home. Is there anything you need us to do before we're shipside?" A courtesy, nothing more. It was likely that Rogue Lead didn't need them for anything, let alone a scattered clean up against a few hostiles that would be wiped by the returning Polearm Flight and the<span style="font-style: italic">Yell's</span>guns.