Klara Alde was the runt of this litter, the odd one out in more ways than one. From peerage to pilot, the esteemed Lady Alde was clearly cut from a different cloth than the two armor-clad troopers and the lightsaber-toting inquisitor standing to her left. Frankly, she felt a bit under-dressed in nothing but the olive-grey dress coveralls, but protocol was protocol and pilots dressed like NCOs out of the cockpit. Distinguishing herself from the similarly-dressed rank-and-file was the brown, half-braided crown sat on the top of her head, tying seamlessly into a chignon at the back of her neck. Alderaanians were particular about their hair, and though Klara's path had taken her in a very different direction from the people at home, she wasn't very different in this regard.

She was also, to speak the obvious, the only woman in this squad. Unsurprising--the rest of the ship had similar demographics from what she'd gathered during her personal venture.

The ISS Revenge was her new home-away-from-home, but the novelty had worn off fairly quickly. Klara had never served on any of the Imperial commando escort carriers prior to her posting here, but she was already well-accustomed to shipboard interiors from her service elsewhere. A capital ship was a capital ship was a capital ship; imperial design was nothing if not extremely consistent despite external appearances. So long as the hangar was well-equipped and easy to access, she had few complaints--and the hanger [i]was[/i] certainly well equipped.

"Flight Lieutenant Alde, sir." It was a quick, polite introduction, not as bombastic as the other guy's. "What resources are being provided for this mission, sir?"

Storm Commando was an upgrade from her last posting. Surely [i]now[/i] she had access to some top of the line equipment. One of those shiny new TIE/IN interceptors would be one hell of a signing bonus.