Collection: Guardian Squadron

We met like most pilots do. At the bar in some region after a long day hauling or surveying. I havent seen a real skirmish in a while so I’ve mostly been patrolling. But when I was pulling in I noticed some x-wings with marking I wasn’t used to seeing in these parts.

Guardian Squadron. A long way from home thats for sure. I motioned to the barkeep and sat down next to them at the bar. Easy enough to know who was piloting that T-65 outside by the helmet beside my new friend. Captain Vos.

We got to chatting. I’d heard stories about Guardian Squadron. Not many but they always seemed to come out on top in whatever they were caught up in. Always for keeping the greater good.

They told me they were looking for pilots, folks with experience flying X-wings. Not just rookies but some real deal hotshots that knew the backwaters of the outer rim and the politics of the central planets. Something was cooking. I’m already quite busy with my normal rebel duties, plus Burgundy Squadron keeps me busy. I kindly declined, for now. Good to know I have some options if things go sideways.

The conversation moved to what I was doing to make extra credits. Flying ain’t cheap, and neither is keeping my ship from falling apart. Carbon scoring alone I tell you… But Vos had a proposition for me. Drop shipping supplies to his squadron. We split the profits. Seems simple enough. Galactic Surplus becomes the one stop shop for the squadron. I handle the logistics and the credits roll in. Nice.

With that I give you Galactic Surplus, your new home for Guardian Squadron softgoods. Check it out. Pick something up and we’ll grab a drink again real soon.