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Immediately, there's a smile on Leia's lips. The squadron's leaders are young men who find themselves in a position they never imagined and tend to show it sometimes, but they're also professionals when they need to be. There are rarely mistakes in their official documents.

This one Leia doesn't mind, and it's not the first time she's seen it either, from them or others. On occasion, from herself. The transposition of the letters g and e changes what should be the word Rogue to Rouge and transports Leia's mind from thoughts of the Rebellion's newest and fiercest starfighter squadron to the aunt she lost on Alderaan.

Leia's fingers trace across the word, the smile widening. Rouge Organa would disapprove so heartily of Leia's involvement in this military operation. She thinks Aunt Rouge might have been brought around to see her in a role like Mon Mothma's, leading or advising, but here as an active role in their military, going on missions, putting herself in danger and getting dirty? All three of her aunts would be speechless with horror.

But she thinks they would be proud, too, underneath. Proud that she's fighting for what she believes in, what's right, seeking justice for their people and for galaxy, even it means being messy and wearing drab clothing.

It still hurts to think of these things. Rouge and Tia and Celly died with Leia's parents and everyone else when the Death Star destroyed Alderaan. They never had a chance to know what she was doing. They never had a chance to be proud.

She steadies her hand, opens the file, and begins to read. She'll continue to work. For Rouge and her other aunts and everyone else take Empire has taken. She'll make them all proud, and someday, when the fight is won and everything is over, she will see them again.