A pessoa que correu disse-lhe que os rebeldes haviam chegado em Scarif:
“Intercepted Imperial transmission, ma’am,” the private answered. “Rebels on Scarif.”
Scarif? How was that possible?
But the answer was obvious. She saw it on Draven’s face, too, and Merrick’s. While Mon had spent the night clutching like a miser at whatever pieces of the Alliance she might preserve, Jyn Erso had gone to risk everything she had.
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Primeiro, o fato de que uma pequena equipe rebelde tenha chegado até a superfície de Scarif pode ter motivado outros a verem a missão como menos desesperada. Mas mais do que isso, parece que muitas pessoas (como Raddus) já haviam ido:
She fixed the private with a sober look. “I need to speak to Admiral Raddus,” she said.
“He’s left already.” The man was almost stammering. “He’s in orbit aboard the Profundity. He’s gone to fight.”
“I see,” she said, and slowly smiled. Merrick’s expression was expectant; Draven’s grave and resolved.
Perhaps she had given up hope too swiftly.
Less than ten minutes later, sirens were announcing the departure of Red, Blue, Green, and Gold Squadrons along with the U-wing transports. Raddus had already contacted all capital ships within range of Yavin or Scarif. Draven had brusquely warned Mon not to think of joining the mission, no matter how inspirational she thought she might be; but the warning hadn’t been necessary. Mon understood her limits too well to get in the way.
Instead she reminded herself of her pride in the soldiers of the Alliance and watched pilots and infantry personnel and technicians scramble to their vessels. Anyone capable of contributing would find his or her abilities welcome in the coming battle.
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Assim, Mothma estava apenas se curvando à decisão que muitos dos comandantes militares da Aliança já tinham feito.