"Transport is just a blanket class for ships capable of hauling cargo or passengers."

He grabs her hand, leading her along the apron, pointing out the X-wings, the Millennium Falcon, the older Y-wings and B-wings, rattling off specs and modifications and what models preceded or came from the ones here. "Our X-wings are a coupla generations behind the New Republic Navy, but I wouldn't trade them for the newest T85."

He stops next to his own X-wing, with its black and orange paintjob, beautiful and pristine. "This is Black One. She's mine."