Private Fly-over Country

[Idris Rozveeil]

Each flight team in Scarecrow Squadron had run their required training regimens for the week, which meant that Idris himself had flown the same course and completed the test mission four times. It was exhausting, especially when the sessions ran on consecutive days, but he felt it was important to show up for all of his aviators.

Idris never got truly tired of the sky though. For him, the snug cockpit of his X-wing felt more like a home than any other place could hope to. So, when he felt worn down from the physical and emotional exertion of combat training, he took time if he could to himself, to get back to basics. To pretend like he wasn't a flight commander, like he wasn't responsible for the coordination and welfare of twenty-four other pilots plus seven ground officers. Like he had never flown escort for a VIP vessel in his long life.

It was hard to carve out free time between all of his non-test flight duties like physical conditioning, doing paperwork, studying leadership development materials, and attending and giving briefings, but every single second he could pry away from his schedule was worth it.

The activity he'd end up doing depended on the length of time he had freed up. When he had enough to swing it, like today, he liked to go out for a flight, no pressures of performance attached.

"Afta'noon," he said as he walked up to the hangar command center.

One of the technicians glanced up at him from behind her computer.

"Flight Commander Rozveeil requesting permission to take a joyride."

"What's your flight plan?" she asked.

"A scenic tour of the lowlands at thirty-one to forty-one hundred feet," he replied. As she typed down his words, he added, "I'll stay clear of Akti Amaugh."

She glanced up to flash a smile as she reached for a nearby comm, likely to clear this with someone higher up than both of them. "Sounds good to me. Please standby."

Idris turned away out to wait as she put a call through. His gaze idly scanned over the lines of aircraft packed into the bay.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Flight outfit
Ship: Link
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery stepped into the bustling hangar bay, her presence commanding attention with effortless grace. The sound of her boots echoed against the durasteel floor as she walked, her amber eyes scanning the rows of ships with a quiet confidence. Tucked under her arm was her flight helmet, its polished surface gleaming under the bay's fluorescent lights. Her hair was pulled into a sleek, high ponytail, a few loose strands framing her striking features.

The top half of her orange flight suit hung loose around her waist, revealing a snug, cropped white tank top that hugged her toned frame. The fabric clung just enough to hint at the strength beneath, while leaving her midriff exposed, a testament to her rigorous physical conditioning. Her strides were purposeful, yet relaxed, a balance of discipline and ease that spoke to her years of experience as both a pilot and a Jedi.

As she passed by the command center, she offered a polite nod to the technician at the desk but didn't slow her pace. She was here for one reason: to fly.

Valery's X-wing stood out even in a bay full of finely tuned starfighters. Its sleek, custom design bore subtle marks of wear from countless missions, each one a story etched into the hull. Reaching her ship, Valery set her helmet on the wing and exhaled, her gaze briefly lingering on the starfighter as if sharing a silent understanding.

Without much ceremony, she began to pull the top half of her flight suit up over her shoulders, zipping it halfway before securing the utility straps around her waist.

Adjusting the fit of her gloves, she glanced up, her amber eyes now sharp and determined, ready for the skies.

Idris Rozveeil ​

 

[Idris Rozveeil]

Idris' eyes were drawn to the purposed movement of Valery into the hangar. He wasn't aware who she was, though. After watching her for a long moment and then realizing he was staring, he turned back to the technician.

Her smile was on her face again as she set the comm back on the desk. "You've been cleared. Enjoy the skies."

With a nod and a pat of the desk, he was off, almost sprinting between the rows of fighters. He banked tightly around some and ducked under the wings of others, but he was moving away from where he knew his X-wing was docked. Before he took off, he wanted to be sure that this pilot was allowed to be in the air. It wasn't common to see a being strut up to an aircraft alone in full fight kit if they weren't intent on flying.

"Ma'am?" he asked, slightly out of breath when he approached Val from the back.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Flight outfit
Ship: Link
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery paused in the middle of adjusting her gloves, her senses picking up on the approach even before the sound of hurried footsteps reached her ears. As the voice called out from behind, she turned slowly, her amber eyes meeting the sight of Idris.

She gave him a quick once-over — the slightly winded stance, the sharp uniform, and the unmistakable air of authority. A small, approving smirk tugged at her lips as she looked at the man.

"Commander," she greeted, her tone calm but edged with a playful sharpness.

Her gaze flicked briefly to her X-wing before returning to him. "I'm Jedi Master Valery Noble," she said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm just taking my fighter for a spin after it got some repairs. Nothing fancy, just keeping her in shape." She patted the wing affectionately, her smirk widening slightly.

"I assume that's not going to be a problem?"

Idris Harnell ​