“Mission One is the meeting with Zsinj. Face commands and has chosen Dia and Kell to accompany him. This is all intelligence gathering, very delicate, which is why the crew is full of deadly killers.”

“I marked their location in case Kell wanted to blow them up or something.” “I don’t have to blow up everything I see. I just like to.”

“A green X-wing closed in tighter to the formation. "Yes, sir." Though distorted by the comm system, the voice sounded indulgent rather than military."That's 'Yes, Wedge' until we're formally returned to duty." The commander smiled. "Or perhaps, 'Yes, Exalted One.' Or 'Yes, O envy of all Corellia.' Or-”

“Begging your pardon, sir, but you’re crazy enough to be a Wraith.""Until you’ve crewed with me for a few years, kid, you have no idea what ‘crazy’ means.”

“I hope you’re rushing to tell me that the chef has acquired Jacen Solo’s entrails and is braising them for dinner.”“Not quite, Admiral.”“Life is full of disappointments.”

“Rogue Squadron doesn’t run. Unless we really, really have to.""No, this will be Wraith Squadron’s mission.""We don’t mind running. Even when we don’t have to.”

“At which time the repulsor puts out its final effort and slows you down so you crash quite slowly into the surface.""Crash.""Quite slowly."Face & Luke”