Ric, a young fighter pilot.

“All wings report in,” called a commanding voice over the com. It was followed by the sounds of all the bomber pilots sounding off. “Phenix two standing by.” “Phenix six standing by.” Onboard one of these bombers was Ric, a young golden-haired woman who had just turned eighteen. Ric had been flying gliders ever since she was a young girl, with the aid of her father of course. Her father had been grooming her to take over the family crop-dusting business, by taking her up in his glider and hander her the throttle. Even back then Ric seemed to have a natural talent for flying. She was flying on her own at the age of ten and by twelve she was navigating the sharp rock formations that doted Tir's surface.

Ric, her mother, father, and older brother lived a quiet life on Tir, and could care less about the troubles of the greater galaxy, even as the Republic fell and the Empire rose. Tir was a frontier world, close to the unknown regains, and wasn’t considered to be part of the Republic. It had managed to stay out of Clone Wars, mostly due to how little value the planet had, and when the Empire came to power, the local government didn’t think that the Imperils would be interested in the small backwater planet. Unfortunately, they underestimated just how controlling the Empire was.

From the moment the first star destroys arrived, life became a living hell for Ric and the people of Tir. First, they replaced the local governor, who knew almost everyone on the planet by name, with a Moff that had a habit of "Inviting" women to his office. Next, they shut down all of the local farming businesses and confiscated the crops. Finally, they started to build factories and mines, digging deep into the planet's crust and filling the air with toxic waste. Before long, the once green world of Tir looked more like the toxic world of Quesh.

Then one-day several stormtroopers barged into Ric's home and **** her mother out of her bed, claiming that she was a rebel agent. Her father tried to stop them but the armored soldiers easily overpowered him and beat him to a bloody pulp. As they **** her parents out of the room the armed men then grabbed Ric and her older brother, placing them both on a ship, and sending them to an unknown fate. If it wasn't for a small Rebel **** intercepting their ship, Ric would probably be working in a spice mine or servicing a Moff as his concubine.

“Phenix Seven standing by,” she called out, once her turn came.

“Are you doing alright up their kid?” asked her Bothen copilot, “You spaced out for a second.”

Ric shook herself back to reality before responding, “I’m fine Grac. Just some bad memories.”

“Are they related to the task at hand?” asked Grac, almost sternly.

“They are,” said Ric griping the controls of her Y-wing.

“Phenix five, six, and seven attack the V2 on the port side of that Imperil Star Destroyer,” ordered Phenix leader, “The rest of you on me. Deflector shields double front.”