The prospect of the team's first real sortie fluttered in Myrina's chest. While she'd seen plenty of action before, the thought of combat out in the field always made her as psyched as it made her anxious. In fact, Myrina swore that whoever said he didn't get a tingle down in his gut before a deployment was a liar. As it was, this was the pilots' first true action working together as a team, and at least one of them probably feared making a mistake on the Roughrider's first mission. 

Myrina raised her hand, leaning up in her chair. "Sir, do we know just what those land-crawlers were transporting?" Their cargo had to be of some value to their attackers; going out of their way for a combined-arms raid on the convoy probably meant they were well-organized with a clear objective in mind.