"Great." She rubs her wrists. "So am I an officer now, or are you stuffing me in one of those walking tin cans?"

She grins. "Tin can. Sadly, we need to hide your face."

Sigh. "Figures."

She laughs. "There's a small fresher through there," pointing to a tiny door, "And you'll want to wear the standard blacks under it. There's a set..." She looks at Rocket. 

"In the fresher already," Rocket says.

"Thanks." She goes to clean up and get changed.

The fresher is tiny but functional, and the uniform isn't at all complicated. 

The stormtroopers are talking in low voices when she emerges. Rocket has stripped out of her armor, which is in a tidy pile. They stop their conversation, looking over at her, and Ellaita's stormtrooper smiles. 

"Excellent. The armor can be kind of annoying your first few times in it, so I can help you get it on."

"Right. What's your name, anyway?"

"I'm Anathema Jedi," she says. "What's yours?"

Okay that's a name.

"Ellaita Dameron." She starts putting on the stormtrooper armor. "What's the next step?"

She helps with the trickier latches. 

"We head toward the main bay. I've got a set of orders for me and Rocket to go on a routine patrol, and we can use that to get you into a TIE, get it undocked - and while you're kicking up the engines and checking everything I'll give the signal for our little defectors' party."

"Stuff will get pretty chaotic after that, hopefully - ideally me and you both get on something with more range than a TIE, but if not I'll join you, we can grab a better ship planetside or lay low a bit, and if that doesn't work we'll have to split up. Don't worry about flying off without me in whatever ship you can grab. I can make my own way."

"Am I going to get shot at, in all this chaos?"

"Hope not, but it's fairly likely."

"Do I at least get a blaster?"

"Of course."

She hands one over.

She checks the safety and charge level before clipping it to her belt.

"Ready to go?"

"As I'll ever be." She picks up her helmet, sliding it back on - "I'll lead the way."

Helmet on.

"After you."

To the bay, then. There's an increasing level of tension in the halls - more stormtroopers with FA numbers - but their orders are accepted by the officer overseeing the launch deck, and Anathema leads Ellaita to one of the TIEs closest to the exit, gets her in, checks she can fly it, and - "Ready?"

"Ready."

She starts punching through the preflight checks.

And she steps out.

Ellaita's gotten the ship undocked and just about ready to fly - waiting for a go ahead that her path out is clear - when there's a weapon's discharge - another few - from near the officer's deck - 

Looks like the revolution is starting. There's a general rush to the other ships - the possibly loyal stormtroopers trying to shoot the rebels - a dull explosion, another, from elsewhere in the ship - 

And probably Anathema comes running straight for the TIE. Looks like there's not a clear path to a ship with a better range, right now.

Hopefully it is Anathema and not one of the others. She's taken her own helmet off, the visibility with it on is shit. She jams the hatch open and hovers just a bit off the ground.

Anathema rips her helmet off - looks like her, or else another of her clones with the same weathering and hair styling - and she jumps into the hatch, says, "It's Anathema, let's go," and moves to the gunner's seat.

Hatch closed, she guns the engines, rocketing around the hangar lineup and out into space.

"You any good on those guns?"

She shoots down one of the enemy TIEs - there's no identification codes being exchanged at this point, it's a huge mess, but she seems to know exactly which ones contain enemies, and their allied TIEs are coordinating bizarrely well - 

"Yes," she says, tightly. 

"Great. I prefer not getting glassed from orbit, so let's take out the turbolasers before we leave." She flips around to skim the tight to the hull of the carrier.