FaCPoV 2

	“Skywalker.” Garven Dreis, Red Squadron leader, approaches from behind and nods to the rusted T-65. “You sure you can handle this ship?”
	I see the panic in Luke’s eyes, and I cut in before he can answer. “Sir, Luke is the best bush pilot in the Outer Rim Territories.”
	Garven grins, knowing I don’t give compliments lightly. “You’ll do all right.”
	Luke smiles. “Thank you, sir. I’ll try.”