Mira's tongue stuck out a little from her mouth as she tapped furiously on the tiny buttons on her gamepad. After she had been blown to bits by an enemy fighter she had found herself in the, 'waiting,' room with the rest of the squad who had died during the simulations.

"Seriously Mira, you're the only pilot I know of who gets tired half way through a simulation and starts playing her gamepad, then gets shot down," Ibram murmured darkly, adjusting to a more comfortable position seeing at Mira was using his back to prop herself off.

"Ibram if I wanted to prove myself as a good pilot I would rather do it on a real mission then in some simulation, now quick wiggling you're throwing off my groove," she answered tapping on the buttons again.

'Think they're fairing alright in there?" Enzadi asked as he watched Ibram and Mira argue about how to be a good pilot to one another, seems that Mira' relaxed attitude was grating against Ibram's more G.I. Navy training.

"Probably alright, I mean it's Jaden and Dagoram, if they're the best of the best," Zane murmured rolling his eyes.

"C-3 someday I will install a coffeemaker into you! Think how wonderful that situations like this would be with a fresh cup of joe in hand," Mira said calling to C-3 and waving.

"Until my core explodes," C-3 said his voice sounding a little dry.

"Spoil sport, and now I'm bored," Mira said tucking away her gamepad, "So anyone up for strip poker, or better yet tell a story about your past or take off a piece of clothing? Personally the latter is a favorite game of mine."

"I can't believe you got high marks at the academy," Ibram groaned.

"Then go first Ibram, lets hear the story behind the pretty face," Mira spat back with a challanging look on her face, "Though I have been dying to see you with your shirt off.."

C-3PX2 was leaning against a crate along with the rest of the squadron. Minus of course, Jaden and Tomas, who were still  "Alive" in the simulation. He held a data pad that had visual feed of the simulation, along with the lastest official scores. He looked at it and said,

"The Lastest scores should be coming in now."

"Nice, whos on top?" Ibram asked.

C-3PX2 looked at what the score board read, and said,

"Noone, It has no results. It says "Due to the closeness of scores, No score update is avalible at this time."

"Bah, that is laziness." Mira said.

"They will probalby have one in, in a little bit. They probly just want to remove the room for error." Zane said.

"I hope so, i want to know." Ibram said.

C-3PX2 looked again at the live feed, seeing how Tomas and Jaden were holding on the moment. IT then went to a feed of the destruction in the simulation, with the live feed minimized into a smaller window. It showed all the destroyed fighters of Viper Squadron, and a short clip of how they went down.

C-3Px2 watched as fighter after fighter attacked the two lone pilots of Viper Squadron, they were "The Capitan's Own" but this was taking in way beyond anyone's level of skill. "A massive new republic fleet jumps into the system, and gains the element of surprise. They go onto attack the First Vast Imperial Fleet of the Imperial Navy. They even crippled, and later destoryed, the Modified Super Star Destryoer 'Atrus'. This simulation was not one of combat, but one of hell.