Chopper yelled binary profanity at him, then pointedly told Hera how the repairs were going.

"Sixty percent back on that gun; looks like that's all we'll have until we land. Chopper, get on the other one!"

Hera flew deeper into the storm. One of the TIEs hit a rough patch, dropped abruptly, and snapped a vane, limping down to avoid a crash; two others peeled off.