[Loud atonal roaring is heard over what sounds like a drum beat and intermingled string instruments. The sound is muffled slightly as though being played through a speaker]
“No thank you, my hairy friend I think the adrenaline is quite enough of a rush for me right now.
Oh, I turned it on already.
Hello there! This is Mazer Afa: Hotshot Star Pilot continuing with my autobiographical record. I have news, dear reader: I’m an Ace! Only moments ago, during a heroic and thrilling space battle myself and my stalwart rebel compatriots engaged in yours truly did his part for galactic freedom and shot down three -count ’em – three Imperial TIE Fighters.
[A more immediate stream of Wookiee roars is heard near the recorder.]
“Five? What is this nonsense, Kaladak? It’s Three. It’s always been three. Bah, what would you know? You’re a Wookiee! And I suspect more than a little chemically -”
[Very loud roar]
“Of course of course it’s five you’re right how silly of me! [Whispered into the microphone] It’s three, dear reader, my Wookiee friend is high on battle and it is unwise to argue with him.
In any case, our merry band of Rebels has made off with an imperial cruiser, and I’m now proceeding about the ship, giving you an auditory tour of our new vessel and base of operations. This sleek, speedy ship of the line has served us well for many a minute and will always have a special place in the memory of this Ace pilot.
[Thoughout the monologue faint footsteps are heard as Mazer walks around the ship, followed by a whoosh as the bridge door opens.]
And here, on the bridge, is the nerve center of our lovely vessel. In the battle (which will no doubt be a Legend of the Rebellion by the time this bookis published, dear reader) this is where eagle-eyed torpedo gunner Fuse Terradine launched the projectile that lit the sky over JamBat and no doubt signalled the oppressed people there that the hour of their oppression was drawing to an end.
And over here is Rhys, another Ace of the Rebellion. He’s quite a hot hand on the controls and no doubt is forming that fabled bond with his vessel shared by all great pilots like ourselves -
[A snarl followed by several crashes and one howl of fright interrupts. Rapid footfalls and a whoosh as the bridge door closes]
“Erm, excuse me, dear reader, but I have been advised by our pilot that my recording device my be unsafe to use on the bridge. Signals and delicate instruments, you know… Anyway. I think that’s enough for now. Until next time this is Mazer Afa: Hotshot Ace Pilot, signing off.”