New Republic Central Command

:: The sound of boots walking across the durasteel catwalks echoed through the base. Guards shot to attention as the CPO called out, "Admiral on deck."

:: They could feel it in the air. It was something many had not felt before, but the older crewers remembered it well ... from the rebellion. There was an electricity running through every sentient who had heard the latest rumors. Some might call it the Force. Most couldn't give it a name. It was part hope, part determination, part excitement, part pride. It felt good.

:: Garm Bel Iblis continued his inspection of the facility, a stoic expression you could etch in stone hiding his own excitement. Inside, part of him felt like a kid again. While nodding to the men and turning a critical eye everywhere he looked, he was reliving the glory days. He and his rogue band tramping through the galaxy, 3 of his mightiest Dreadnaughts in the lead ... they took everything the Empire had to throw at them and asked for seconds.

:: The white-haired Corellian stopped at the viewport overlooking the fleet's ships in drydock. He took a deep breath as that little kid in him dropped his jaw. At least a dozen Mon Cal Cuisers, frigates, strike cruisers, and countless Carracks were dwarfed by several Imperial Star Destroyers beyond them. Garm sighed.

"I am definitely getting too old for this."

EDIT: Fixed typo and removed sig.