A squad of rebel female commandos was waiting for the 798th. Their job was to take out the leaders. As the black armored troops marched past, ready for the next mission, Hayden creeped behind the rebels. As he aimed, he said, "Hello, my slaves." A blue ring shot out of the pistol and knocked out one of the commandos. He downed every last one of them and paced them in a game bag.
On-board the Massif's Maw, Hayden commanded the girls, now in skimpy slave girl outfits, to dance for him. "No." The former squad commander said. Hayden pulled out his pistol, and a dealy teal beam of plasma shot straight into her head. "I'M NOT KIDDIN' AROUND! DANCE OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!" Hayden yelled, shaking the slave girls who began dancing their best.
Hayden and Typho were talking about what was happening within Imperial ranks. More and more victories went to the rebels, including the destruction of the Death Star. Hayden looked at Typho's hair. A mohawk, just like his. Hayden believed he might be be the only battlion besides Vader's Fist that allowed uniqness, now that the 2t12h had been destroyed by Starkiller. "Commander, we are going to the Hoth system. Prepare Flame Squadron and prep this ships anti-stun sheild, I've seen how inginuitive the rebels can be." "Yes, Colonel."
At the battle of Hoth, Hayden had landed the Massif's Maw on the planet. He told his troops to wear custom made stormtrooper armor and take the rebel base. He had taken the Rancor's Tooth to the sky and he and Flame Squadron were flying high. "Mad-Dog, Blowpipe, Blinder, Grapp, Marsh, Terror, Wolf, Sky, Wipe, I want you all to be ready." Hayden said. In unison, the pilots answered, "Yes sir!"