They race up, banking hard as Hera sweeps into cloud cover. Akiva offers plenty of it, and that's what keeps Hera smiling even as there's a screech in the sky around them.

"Chop, you've got our heading, be ready to calculate the jump," she calls, taking another hard turn as she threads among the clouds. She can feel the TIE contingent around them, some close enough that the flare of their engines flash in her peripheral vision, yet none move closer to the shuttle.

"There's a reason she's called the Phantom." Hera rounds another cloud, and tightens her grip as she prepares to race through the atmosphere.