“Anyone can be a soldier with the right training,” Gale replied, keeping his expression carefully neutral as he took another bite. The same, of course, did not apply to command positions. Not everyone had the stomach to lead, and even fewer had judgment good enough to do it well. Loathe as he was to admit it, Madge’s position on Alderaan may have given her exactly what was needed to pull it off.
Still, he never would have expected her to take an active role in the rebellion. He’d have figured she’d hide away somewhere far away from the worst of the war, where she could hole up and try to forget everything that had happened. It would have been easy, being the only surviving member of her family.
But Gale knew if he’d been in her shoes, he might have taken the Emperor head on, all by himself. And again he remembered that things weren’t that simple.
“Well,” he said, bowing his head sardonically, “congratulations in advance, Commander-in-Training. Before you know it, you’ll be in charge of your own squadron. Do them a favor and try not to get them killed.”
"But not anyone can be the soldier needed, despite training."
Madge knew she didn't have the composition to remain useful in the field. Spy work, perhaps. But even that was questionable. Leading others, however, was something she was bit more at home with- despite her quiet demeanor. The scorn and mockery of her didn't go unnoticed- her eyes narrowed and lips pursed.
"Mmm. Don't be too bitter, Gale. I'm sure once I'm through with training you won't ever have to see me again," she assured him, her tone soft but equally bitter.
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Still, he never would have expected her to take an active role in the rebellion. He’d have figured she’d hide away somewhere far away from the worst of the war, where she could hole up and try to forget everything that had happened. It would have been easy, being the only surviving member of her family.
But Gale knew if he’d been in her shoes, he might have taken the Emperor head on, all by himself. And again he remembered that things weren’t that simple.
“Well,” he said, bowing his head sardonically, “congratulations in advance, Commander-in-Training. Before you know it, you’ll be in charge of your own squadron. Do them a favor and try not to get them killed.”
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Madge knew she didn't have the composition to remain useful in the field. Spy work, perhaps. But even that was questionable. Leading others, however, was something she was bit more at home with- despite her quiet demeanor. The scorn and mockery of her didn't go unnoticed- her eyes narrowed and lips pursed.
"Mmm. Don't be too bitter, Gale. I'm sure once I'm through with training you won't ever have to see me again," she assured him, her tone soft but equally bitter.