all looked pretty good, Wedge." Corran leaned against a pilot-mover. "We've got enough in the way of small arms to supply a decent insurgent force. The armor is stormtrooper grade."
Corran's voice trailed off as the sound of footsteps drew closer. Wedge turned and saw a pair of individuals coming around Pulsar Skate's stern. The hulking brute of a man, with a shaved head and a big bushy beard, dwarfed his petite female companion. Wedge hitched for a moment, then started to laugh. "How is it possible that you're here so soon?"
The auburn-haired woman smiled sweetly. "And I'm happy to see you, too, Wedge. You've not changed much, Tycho, or you, Mirax." She nodded to the others in the group, then offered her hand to Corran. "Elscol Loro and Sixtus Quin."
"Elscol joined the squadron just after Bakura and flew a few missions with us." Wedge jerked a thumb toward her taciturn, dark-skinned companion. "Sixtus Quin was a Special Intelligence Operative who was betrayed by his Imperial commander, so he helped us out in a mission on Tatooine."
Corran nodded. "We can always use more pilots."
"But that's not why we're here, kid." She shot Wedge a sidelong glance. "The reason we got here so soon was because we were inbound before your summons reached us. We'd heard of the coup on Thyferra and figured we'd ply our trade there."
Corran stiffened. "And what would that trade be?"
A lopsided grin contorted the left side of her face. "I do what I was doing at the time Wedge recruited me—I find worlds with Imperial tyrants, and I liberate them. Sixtus, what's left of his squad, and a group of other ne'er-do-wells come with me. We organize local resistance movements; provide them with expertise, weapons, and support; and help them get rid of their local Imperial officials.