"She gun kill us, Bill-Joe," freckled-face scowled, hands tightening on the steering of the stolen First Order's fighter. Bill-Joe's elbow was digging into her ribs and the second brother-brat's lap was digging into her thighs. To be fair, fighter cockpits were meant for one adult and not two kids and a teen.
Tongue clucked against the roof of her mouth as they exited hyperspace and into Alliance jurisdiction. There were all sorts of alarms lighting up the fighter's panel. Hadn't been easy escaping FO space. They'd taken a few heavy hits.
"Don't listen to yer brother, BJ," she grimaced as she heard the beginning sounds of a sob leave the six-year old's throat. Naomi pushed the throttle down, maneuvering in the tight-space between crowded limbs and sharp elbows.
Index finger flipped the comm switch to open a channel to the controller on the ground. Had to make sure they didn't fire them out of the sky. Hazel eyes looked at the readouts. Something was wrong. The comms weren't working.
"Dagum," the redhead swore. Must've been hit in their escape.
"Yup. We gun die," the twelve year-old seemed resigned as he sat scrunched up on her lap. BJ's hiccup-sob only added to the cacophony of sounds in the tight space.
"Stop antagonizing yer brother!" She hollered,"I've. Got. This."
Sweet collared greens and grits, hope I've got this. Mind churned, trying to think of a way to communicate with the ground before they got shot clear from the skies.
Asmus Janes Choli Vyn Alyce Hawke (And any other GA pilots who want to join)
Edited by Naomi Carolina, 17 April 2017 - 11:38 AM.