Torra Doza stood at the edge of the hangar bay, her gaze fixed on the sleek ships that hummed with life. The sun cast a golden glow over the bustling activity of the Resistance base, but her mind was elsewhere. She had been here for some time, fighting against the First Order, but today felt different. Today, a new pilot was joining their ranks, and curiosity bubbled within her.

The pilot, a fresh recruit whose name was whispered among the crew, had arrived. She remembered the thrill of being a part of something greater, of flying for a cause that mattered, so she wondered if they felt the same.

As the new pilot stepped into the hangar, Torra felt a pull towards them, and she couldn’t resist the urge to approach. "Hey there! I’m Torra,” She said, her voice bright and welcoming. “You must be the new pilot everyone’s talking about!”

"What brought you to the Resistance?” She asked, leaning against the cool metal of a nearby ship.