One of the heretofore untold stories of the Rebel Alliance’s attack on the Death Star. We’re in the cockpit of an x-wing fighter piloted by Stacey, code name Pink Five. An R2D2-like robot is her co-pilot. She’s talkative, a bit of a ditz, and, having napped through the briefing, has no idea what’s going on. “Are they, like, shooting at us or what?” Her helmet reads, “Chicks Rule,” and it causes minor trauma when she realizes she has a bad case of helmet hair. A call from Hans Solo does brighten her foray in this galaxy far far away.