Faction [NJO] Time For Me To Fly

[Anthony Gray Sun]

TYTHON TEMPLE, HANGER BAY
Tag: Phoebe Winsloe Kellen Mynn Azurine Varek Tel Ahren Jo'Han Felcado ​

"Alright Tel, now tell me back all I've told you."

Anthony had spent the last few hours going over damn near everything spine to spine in the X-wing manual to his padawan. Anthony had always been a book nerd when it came to these things, but he knew better than to expect his padawan to be able to name it all by heart.

The hanger bay of the Tython Temple had become a crowded one. Jedi coming and going with the move, but Anthony had a different mission. He had put out a small sign up back on the Coruscant temple after Zeffo, wanting to put together a team.

The working title was Sunrider Squadron. A new generation of Jedi Aces. While he didn't really consider himself an ace yet, he aspired to earn that title. Standing in front of his own X-wing with his new padawan, he wondered who would show.

 

[Phoebe Winsloe]

Tython, Jedi Temple, Hanger Complex
Tags: Anthony Gray Sun | Kellen Mynn | Azurine Varek | Tel Ahren | Jo'Han Felcado​

There was a sassy beeping as Phoebe put a shim into the debris extractor of the upper port IE-10 engine of her X-Wing.

"Yes, Diva, I know the part will seat with time, but this is a forty-year-old stealth fighter. I don't have the time to keep trimming it up for the next hundred flight hours. I'm putting a shim in it and that'll keep it where it needs to be." Phoebe said, putting her hands on her hips and looking at her Astromech, D1-V4.

The X-02 Saber was practically a relic at this point, and though built to a higher standard than the Alliance's current X-Wing fleet, it was a hanger princess; every bit of extra performance was paid for twice over in maintenance time.

But it was this advanced strike fighter that probably got Phoebe into this Squadron. She'd scammed the fighter out of the hangar manager by asking for it during the big move out of Coruscant, then by signing up with an advanced fighter, she figured that it was assumed that there was no way she was just a padawan, and definatly no one without a master on top of that.

 

[Tel Ahren]

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"Don't trust all the sensor and comm jammers to make it a stealth craft. And don't accidentally hit the switch for the beacon scrambler unless I want an entire battlegroup getting mad at me."

Anthony might have expected something closer to outright repetition, but Tel was given over more to barebones summary to show that he got the gist. That had led to an interesting time the day before, when he'd been given a quick crash-course in the controls of a craft like this. Evidently, 'up is down and down is up' was not the answer that the Knight had expected regarding how the yoke controlled the fighter's pitch, but after some back and forth they'd each come to a working understanding of how the other was going to communicate.

He was still left wondering how he was expected to coordinate throttle controls, instrument readouts, his actual vision, the yoke, and rudder pedals all at once. It seemed like he'd need an extra set of eyes and arms, at least; luckily, he wasn't expected to go flying sorties. Yet.

Why do they still call them rudder pedals, anyways? These things don't have rudders, it's all repulsors and micro-thrusters and gyroscopes...

He was drawn out of his momentary musings hearing the red-headed Jedi one X-wing over arguing with her astromech. "Yours isn't held together with duratape and gum, right?"

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Jedi Robes

Mykel stepped into the hanger bay with Puck hovering by his side, taking in the sight of the array of starfighters on display. The familiar silhouette of the X-wing pattern dominated the space, though with the keen eyes of a pilot, he could spot differences with each one, reflecting the idiosyncrasies of both the original manufacture and the operator.

He appreciated the iconic design of the X-wing, its practicality and versatility, and the symbolism it carried. Still, he was partial to his own fighter: a heavily customized Jedi starfighter in electric blue, an heirloom passed down from his father.

As he walked further into the bay, he caught the tail end of one male teenager's comment to a colorful redhead bickering with her astromech. Puck chirped in binary, agreeing with her astromech's assessment.

Mykel chuckled. "Hey, duratape and gum are the backbone of any starfighter corps."

"Mykel Dawson," he greeted more formally, offering a hand to him. "I assume you're here for the Sunrider Squadron initiaive?"

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[Anthony Gray Sun]

TYTHON TEMPLE, HANGER BAY​

Tag: Phoebe Winsloe Tel Ahren Mykel Dawson Jo'Han Felcado
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Anthony gave his padawan an eye roll as he climbed up the service latter, and pressed a button on the external control panel, opening the cockpit to his fighter. "Alright, get in Tel, show me you know how to start her up."

As he climbed back down, he caught the sight of another padawan joining them. Phoebe had already offered her sign up, but this one was new. "That's us. Knight Gray Sun, I take it you saw the sign up back at the temple? I was the one setting this up."

 

[Tel Ahren]

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Mykel Dawson 's open hand received a quick slap in response, little more than a sideways high-five as Tel quickly climbed up to the cockpit of the X-Wing. Easier to let Anthony handle talking to new people, anyways, he actually seemed somewhat good at it. Tel just always felt awkward when he tried.

Of course, things would be even more awkward if he managed to mess up the activation sequence for the starfighter. He dropped into the pilot's seat, yoke between his legs. One hand out, activate the MAIN POWER button. Give everything else its time to light up, the onboard computer come to life; double check all the repulsors came online, give them a short test (just barely enough to mess with the pressure on the landing gear, not enough to actually come up and move!), flip the switch that said STARTER ONE so that the initializer could get the ion engines warming up and ready to go. Within a couple minutes, the craft would be ready to lift off with the anti-grav, and taxi out of the hangar.

Then it was just turning on the deflectors so that it was in a more aerodynamic bubble, blast the thrusters, and take off screaming into the atmosphere. No power to the weaponry unless they were actually expected to be used, so he didn't touch any of that yet. Just getting the fighter ready to fly.

So far, nothing had decided to break on him. He was at least mostly sure he'd done it all in the right order.

"Alright, assuming you didn't decide to pull a fuse on the pre-flight check just to mess with me, it should be about good to go. Just have to let the engines warm up." He peeked over the edge of the cockpit, down at Anthony and Mykel. "What do I win?"