Danger Zone (pilots)

[Jared Starchaser]

Pilots. Jared was settling into the world of the Empire of the Hand, but it meant he had work to do. The man was used to just being a pilot and a liason. A liason to people who trusted him explicitly. Now he was having to ready a wing.

Sending out a contact to the pilots of the Fringe, and others hd worked with who may be attracted to the new Empire, he stated one thing. That they were going to win. Be the Sword of the Fisting Hand of the Empire. Well, maybe not phrased that way. But still, he wanted to get the pilots together. See their skills.

And assemble flight groups. Having contacted Na'Varro, he was waiting to see what they were flying. And if they would be painted red. One eighty first style.

He invited the pilots to one of the lounges aboard the Dawn Treader and awaited their arrival.

 

[Marselia Urstalis]

[member="Jared Starchaser"], though her primary (and presently only) lover, had never stopped being her superior, when it came to matters of squadrons, piloting, military. That wasn't to say that she wasn't a good pilot - she had her own unique skills, and her own experience. And the thirst for adrenaline.

So what was she doing amongst the men and women of the Hand? It was, of course, obvious: wherever he went, she went, and wherever she went, he went. What if they went in two different directions at the same time? No, that'd never happen. There was usually some sort of discussion. Whether that discussion involved any words being said was another matter entirely. At least she could separate business and pleasure. She had been raised knowing how to do that, for a proper lady must always be able to keep her composure.

That had already been a bust on Lipsec. She had just lost it there, and it had taken way too long to put that whole debacle behind her, and even now, she still found herself worrying about Andra, though it seemed after months of no contact, the androgynous knight had come out fine. That was a relief!

So, back to the Hand, and the matter of this meeting that had been called. It didn't take her long to find the designated lounge, and when she arrived, it was apparent that she was the only one that had yet done so... aside from Starchaser, of course.

"This seems like a poor choice of venue if it's just going to end up being you and me, you know."

And oh, those words were just a shade shy of being purposefully seductive, as she stepped into the lounge. Well, it wasn't all bad. Every surface was a potentially useful surface. She slipped into a seat, and crossed her legs, one over the other, her eyes never leaving Jared. She really couldn't be faulted for finding him nice to look at.

"It might help if most pilots drank a little less... then they just might show up on time, don't you think?"

Somewhat ironic, considering how they'd met. It seemed all so long ago, now. Funny, how she was basically in the company of Sith she had been certain she wanted to destroy only so many months prior. A flaw in her personality, to be sure.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

This was what he expected, at least to start. [member="Marselia Urstalis"] and he were very... attached? Sure, there was something going on on the side for either of them at one point or another on the time scale, but Jared didn't get bothered by it, and it seemed Lia didn't either. He was there as a military man, and while she was his preferred partner, if he was somewhere where he could die, then he was going to capitalize on that and get what he could. Was that underhanded?

Well, as stiff as Jared was sometimes, it was the only real way for him to get it to work, the flirting and get laid bit.

Sure, there was a bit of time where they were pursuing other ends, but now? There was an Empire that was taking shape in the Fringe, and that was just what he needed, especially being appointed a Wing Commander.That meant he'd bring who he could, including Lia. And he was glad to have her along.

"Seems to be the trial of being in charge, getting the people to move and show up. But... well, the door locks." He shot her a wink before looking around.

"Let 'em drink when they're off duty, once we start running skirmishes though, we'll have to watch the liquor stores." Sometimes you just needed to dull the thoughts, but... that wasn't always the best way to handle things. "At least I can motivate one pilot."