Can we keep him? [ Wedge chuckled after Thor made for the other turret—now that's more like it, someone cheery, someone who looked at danger and wasn't afraid to laugh at it.

Not that Wedge thought the rest of the Phoenix was afraid of danger, but laughing at it always helped keep some degree of sanity on this extended walk on the wild side.

Wedge doesn't flinch as the guns go off. Instead, he turns his head to the sound of tearing metal, already too familiar for comfort. He feels the turn more than he hears Luke's warning, digging his feet into the soles of his combat boots for some semblance of purchase with their metal floor. It works, somewhat: Wedge keeps his balance, at the cost of coming back at the middle of Luke's 'order'.

He doesn't need to guess what it was, though. ] It's alright. [ He shrugs. No offense taken because no offense was meant; and it is the exact call Wedge was going to make anyways. ] Alright, you heard him: one gun on the drones, another on the leg.

[ Wedge looks out the hovercraft. ] I think we're onto something here. More drones are dropping now that we're targeting the leg.