Onyx 7

[.Durgan.]

Cody had finally arrived, it had taken years of training and hard work to finally prepare himself to officially join the ranks of a real fleet. There were plenty of options for sure but only a handful stood out and aligned with Cody’s personal code and conduct, but ultimately the Order of the Silver Jedi and their growing fleet caught his attention the most. After a quick application process he was informed of his acceptance and placement into the Onyx X-Wing squadron within the Silver Spacy. The Trip to Kashyyyk was mostly uneventful but having to slug through public transports to reach the far reaches of the densely forested world was a bit annoying even at the best of times. Never the less Cody was filled with excitement and eager to start his new life.

The Silver Rest was a beautiful sight but Cody was surprised they took their love for silver to such great lengths with every surface shined and gleaming brightly with their signature silver color. Cody took the final steps up to the hangar level he had been told to report to, one of many arrange strategically adjacent to the temple which made for an easy to follow land mark. Adjusting his glasses Cody took a moment to take in the sight, from the vantage point he could see over the majority of the complex and even deep into the lush jungle just beyond. The air was crisp with just the right amount of humidity and a hint of something floral on the tail end but nothing Cody could even begin to identify as his spacer life style keep him constant atmosphere reeking of oils, fuel, or body stench to horrid to want to describe. The complex was busy with people coming in going about their day, everyone seem to be occupied with their own duties as he stood there like a lost Bantha holding his bags. His arms beginning to strain under the weight of his two duffle bags worth of worldly belongings Cody stacked them on the wall next to the hanger and sat on them.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea he thought as he sat against the wall peering down through his glasses into his black gloves. Everyone else seemed so productive and in their place but he hadn’t even been assign a barracks or bunk. It was like this everywhere he went and never once had he found a place that truly felt like home or somewhere he belonged. His mind continued to race as his nerves began to swell up on the inside he felt like he might explode if he didn’t do something. On the verge of panic Cody went blank and instinctively began reenacting the launch sequence and ready checks of his old X-Wing both in his mind and unknowingly acting it out. To an outside observer he may look and sound as if he had completely broken down and lost his marbles somewhere in the vacuum.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Hangers were a place of beauty. Everyone and everything had a place, while functioning in perfect sync. Techs worked while Pilots mulled over their toys. Allyson was no different, the only thing was she had trained as a Tech for a long time, until she got behind a fighter. Usually she took care of her own X-Wing, when she was with the Rogue Squadron, but here it seemed the Silvers wanted to make sure everyone had a tech. Allyson grumbled under her breath as she listened to the tech give her the usual new kid speech about taking care of things. She bit her tongue and let the man talk, but she knew better.

The tech looked at his watch and wandered off, it was his lunch break and Allyson took full advantage of it to redo everything he had just done. She used the Force for most of her piloting, a lot of the safety features hindered the machine and she would eventually undo them anyways. It was easier having it set up this way for her at least. Once she finished she yawned and looked at her comm. It was going to be lunch soon and she was starving. Leaving her X-Wing where it was, she wandered down the hanger until she noticed someone doing odd gestures.

A smile crossed her face as she noticed the bags and the actions he was doing. It was obvious the man was two things. First, he was obviously a pilot and two he was obviously new. Slowly wandering over Allyson let him do his thing for a few more minutes. Casually she stood there with her arm over her waist and a hand over her mouth she did her best to stifle any laughter. After letting him go on a few more minutes, she coughed loud enough for him to hear.

“New? My name’s Allyson, new to the Silvers, but I’ve been around the block a few times with a fighter. What’s your name?”

[member="Cody Beamont"]

 

[Aubrey King]

It was only her third day on the job as the newly minted commander of Onyx squadron, and Aubrey had spent most of it nervously hiding out in her small office within their designated hangar, trying her best not to hyperventilate.

In the grand scheme of things, Onyx was just one squadron among many in an interstellar spacy, but now she had people that would look to her to lead. Now it wasn't just about covering her screwups, but those of 11 other people. All on top of not embarrassing her father.

No pressure.

She opened her hand, looking at the clip she had been twisting with TK (telekinesis). What had started as a flat agrinium slab now resembled a piece of pasta.

Sighing, she peeked out through the crack of the door. There were some familiar faces of techs and fellow pilots milling about, but most were strangers to the Kiribian. That reminded her that there were new people were supposed to be showing up today to round out the empty slots in Onyx. One fresh recruit from the outside, and the other some hotshot pilot from the famed Rogue Squadron. She was anxious about the latter, afraid they might show her up as a novice commander.

Another sigh. She dropped the warped clip on the table and smoothed out her black flight suit as she stood. She couldn't hide forever, it was time to get to work.

She took in a few breathes and tried her best to put on the mask of confidence, then exited her office to meet the (other) new people.

[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Cody Beamont"]

 

[.Durgan.]

Just as Cody was throwing the afterburners to get to escape velocity he heard the engine come back with a sound that didn’t compute. His day dream came crashing down around him as his mind snapped back to reality and he was confronted by the source of the sound. Cody looked up and was confronted first by the high noon sun glaring intensely into his eyes, but he quickly moved his hand up blocking out the majority of it and just enough to make out a young woman in pilot attire standing before him. Cody was instantly filled with embarrassment and an awkward confusion as he felt his face suddenly blush as blood rushed to his face and turned his normally pale exterior a bright red.

Cody jumped to his feet as the young woman began to speak to him, but it was a rash move as he felt his head begin to swirl from the sudden change in position. “New, new, yes I am” he stuttered a bit as he grasped his head with one hand trying to collect himself. “Um hi Allyson, I’m Cody Beamont.”
He slung his hand up and gave Allyson a cheerful wave to greet her. The young woman was close enough to make the wave seem out of place, but a handshake was a concept Cody wasn’t very keen to. Years of fighting even the weakest of colds and infections made him cautious to say the least. Rather preferring and even enjoying the cramped isolation of his cockpit which he once again yearned for.

“Sorry if I was in your way, I’m a bit lost I guess but maybe you can help me find the Onyx squadron commanders office.” And a place to stash away his things he thought to himself as he turned and began gathering up his bags.


[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Aubrey King"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

The wave was welcomed and Allyson flashed Cody a bright smile along with a peace sign near her face. A casual greeting, she had picked up in her adventures and hanging around a certain Atrisian before this. Looking around, she seemed to be in the same place that Cody was in, they both needed to find this mysterious Squadron Commander’s office. Looking around, Allyson tried to figure out the layout of the place. It was a pretty typical hanger, but every faction had a separate set up.

She adjusted the old bomber jacket she received from the Rogue Squadron, neatly patched on her arm was the badge of an XO and her rank of Lieutenant Commander. Allyson didn’t expect the same treatment, but she did favor this jacket above others. A hand ran through her brown hair casually as she sighed while looking back at Cody. “Seems we’re both looking for the same person. I was sent out this way a few days ago and I haven’t seen anyone with that lovely commander rank anywhere.”

It was curious, but she didn’t expect anything more than what she was getting. The Rogues were a loose but tight knit group. Their commander wasn’t very friendly and never wanted to interact – so she didn’t expect the Onyx’s leader to be any different. Hands found their way into her jacket pockets and she adjusted her stance to look towards the hallways. “Could be down that way, but with you around they might show up?” From the looks of Cody, it seemed he was fresh out of an academy of sorts – fresh meat, Allyson thought quietly.

Was she considered a veteran? A soft shrug and then she decided to ask. “You fly before this? I mean in a squad or military?” If he was new, maybe she could be one of those mentor types – like Asmus was with her.

[member="Cody Beamont"] [member="Aubrey King"]

 

[.Durgan.]

Allyson had a bit of a glow about her as she adjusted her jacket, either that or the sun had done more damage than Cody had realized. Getting out of the light and indoors he easily identified the jacket as that of the legendary Rogue squadron. The fact that one of his new squad mates was a previous rogue squad member was both intimidating and intriguing. Cody himself had only a few years and in actuality only months of combat time but the rogue squadron reports spun tails of heroism and valor the likes of which he couldn’t stand up to. At the same time though he was very curious as to why she was here now with him and the Silver Jedi Order. The questions quickly began to stack up in his mind, but at least for now even with his limited social aptitude he knew it wouldn’t be appropriate to dig.

“I’ve flown in a few sorties and of that the majority was in an X-Wing doing escort missions for traders.” Cody started down the hall partially dragging his bags on the ground as he went along. “Got a few pirates and raiders but nothing like what I bet you’ve been up against.” Cody attempted to smile as he looked back at her but he could feel his face and eyes contort oddly. “Perhaps you can give me a few tips, I’d appreciate any advice from a more seasoned pilot.”

Cody’s social inadequacies were catching up and he found himself at a loss of words and anxiety once again setting in. Rather than confronting it he quickened his pace and moved swiftly around the personnel in the hanger creating a bit of a gap between himself and Allyson.


[member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

It was funny, but after everything else that had happened, the military had been the one place that she'd found herself able to fit right in again. The Marines didn't care about her...new look or what had happened accepting her back as one of their own as they always had. It was a relief, a sense of normalcy which she craved, which she embraced wholeheartedly.

In w way that's what had brought her here, the Master Sargeant had mentioned that in any fight it was always better to be a rounded fighter, not to let yourself become too focused otherwise when you found yourself in combat in an unfamiliar situation you'd be overwhelmed. It was good advice, advice she took to heart as she examined at herself. On the ground, in a fight, Asaraa knew she could hold her own with most but in the air, well that was another matter altogether. She was a decent pilot, not but not the best by any means, getting from A-B had always been enough for her. She'd come to realise that was a weakness for her, if she couldn't fight in space, if she couldn't think in those terms then she'd risk becoming over specialised. So she'd hit the simulators, begging and cajoling the pilots of the Silver Space Force to train her, to fly against her until she'd improved enough to give them a challenge, even shooting a few out of the air.

The Padawan slipped around a pair of mechanics, weaving and ducking through the bustling crowd without really thinking about it, her eyes down on the pad in her hands as she let the force guide her around any obstacles. This new Squadron did seem interesting, she'd never know what it was like unless she showed up and saw what it was like, fortune favours the bold right? Slipping the pad into the pocket of her ranger uniform, she hardly ever wore Jedi Robes these days, the young woman peered through a crack in the door before twisting around to stare at her companion, the green haired pilot she'd met at the base. "Are you sure about this? I'm sure there are other squadrons around here."

"Nah, it's brand new, and besides, I kinda like the whole concept of it, pilots and everything else all mixed into one. It'll be fun."

 

[Cassius Droma]

Normally, he wouldn’t be comfortable in such a concrete, loud, and dirty environment. There was something about the open area though, the way everyone seemed to work around each other in perfect harmony that made a hangar a nice place for the typically introverted Cassius Droma to be. As he walked across the floor of the hangar bay in his forest-green flight suit, scratched and worn helmet tucked under his arm, a smile came across his face.

He was passing through Onyx Squadron’s section of the hangar in order to get to Jade Squadron. While he would always love the sleek lines and fast engines of his A-wings, there was something to admire about X-wings. They were iconic, after all, and were good all-around fighters. Never would he or anyone in his squadron say a bad word about them – he had worked with so many X-wing squadrons in the past, he considered anyone brave enough to pilot one part of a kind of family.

Up ahead, he spotted two pilots that he’d never seen before, and frankly looked a little lost. Briefly, he looked at the chronometer on his wrist. He’d scheduled himself for a relaxing, sight-seeing flight around Kashyyyk before getting on with the rest of his day. That being said, he always had time to show some new people around.

“You guys new?” he asked with a smile whilst walking up to them. He took the glove off of his right hand and offered it to the two of them to shake if they chose to do so. “I’m Cassius Droma, Jade Leader.” He took note that the brunette female had on a Rogue Squadron jacket with Lieutenant Commander markings. His eyebrow quirked at that, but decided not to address it. If she was a permanent transfer here, they would be lucky to have her.

“Have you guys seen your new commander?” he asked as he looked between the two, “I’ve been hoping to meet up with her.” He’d gotten word of the new appointment a few days ago, as he was coming back from his trip to Ansion.

[member="Cody Beamont"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Aubrey King"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[Aubrey King]

Now in the main hangar area, she came upon the two pilots she had spotted from the crack of her door earlier. Two more people had gathered with them since then, a young woman with distinctive pink hair like cotton candy, and rather bookish looking fellow.

She overheard him introducing himself as the commander of Jade Squadron and inquiring about her whereabouts.

Jade Squadron. That was the A-wing squadron she had heard about when she had first come to the Mid Rim. A new unit like Onyx, but they had already begun distinguishing themselves as a capable group.

Meanwhile, Onyx had yet to leave the tarmac. She had quite a task ahead of her to make Onyx stand out within the Starfighter Corps.

"Yes that's me!" she piped up as she came around to face him, offering a hand. "I'm Lieutenant King."

As she introduced herself, she looked at Locke from the corner of her eye. The blonde was dressed casually but wore a coat decked out in all sorts of patches. Another reminder of her lack of experience as a new commander.

[member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Cody [/SIZE][SIZE=12px]Beamont"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[.Durgan.]

Cody stood there silent for a moment staring at the man unprepared and uncertain how to address the Jade squadron leader. Luckily for him Lieutenant King’s impeccably well timed arrival gave Cody a possible escape route. In an otherwise uncharacteristic move for Cody he went between Droma and Vaashe up to Lieutenant King extended his own hand grasping hers in an awkwardly firm handshake.

“Afternoon Lieutenant, my name’s Cody Beamont one of your new ensigns,” Cody wasn’t sure how to address his new commanding officer as he had previously worked on his own or as a member of a small coalition with no real rank structure. “I don’t mean rush but would you know where I could store my personal belonging and perhaps get a flight suit?” Cody cut straight to the point in hopes to get at least his portion of the meet and great over.

Cody longed to get back into the isolation of the cockpit and welcoming void of space. The ground was foreign a chaotic and unpredictable place he didn’t care to be as already he found himself overwhelmed by the people and the place itself.



[member="Aubrey King"]
[member="Cassius Droma"]
[member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Everyone was showing up and Allyson smiled. New beginnings and she would do her best to make sure that she became part of the team. Her own little run ins with the other side made her realize that life was short and she needed friends besides the ones she had. The ones she did have, Kaili and Jyoti – she was lucky to have. The only reason she was still alive and walking was because of those two. Shaking hands with those that offered, Allyson continued to smile then nodded towards Cody as she was impressed that he had seen some action, “Everyone starts somewhere, I flew a lot for a private group – its experience and that’s what matters.”

A pink haired girl and a man from the Jade Squadron entered the hanger and introduced themselves. Allyson had heard great things about them; they were the rogue squadron of the Silver Jedi. Though before she could answer his question, the lost commander had shown her face which made Allyson blink slightly confused. Staring at the girl who spoke up introducing herself as the commander, the former XO smirked.

A round of handshakes and when it was Allyson’s turn the smirk remained and she shook the girl’s hand. “Allyson, I just transferred hopefully permanently to Onyx, under your command.” Pulling her hand, back she returned it to her pocket and the smirk faded into a pleasant smile. “It seems we’ve all been looking for you. Where ever your hiding place is, it’s a good one.”

Looking around the others seemed to be in some sort of uniform; Allyson looked down at herself and shrugged slightly at her t-shirt and pants with the First Class Corellian Blood stripe combo. Never got her in trouble before with the Rogues, she assumed it wouldn’t be a big deal here.

[member="Cody Beamont"] [member="Aubrey King"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[Tera Highwind]

The green-haired woman stepped away from the wall she'd been leaning against, stripping the gloves from her hands, slipping them into her pocket as she approached the centre of the room. The brown-haired woman, the markings on her jacket were those of Rogue Squadron and who hadn't heard the stories of that legendary squadron before? It was almost enough to drive the woman into feeling inferior, almost...but then if she did succumb to that pressure she'd never go anywhere.

Instead, she finished her approach, coming to a halt in front of the commander and snapping of a slightly jaunty salute, nodding at the commander and the other pilots gathered around. "Tera Highwind, I just transferred into the squadron myself." No more than that, the commander might have access to her military jacket, but she wasn't sure...wasn't ready to share it with everyone else, not just yet

 

[Aubrey King]

Instead of Cassius returning her handshake it was one of the new Onyx pilots, introducing himself as Ensign Beamont. He wasted no time with small talk, asking her straight up about storage and requisitions.

Taken aback by his sudden gesture, it took her a few moments to respond as she studied his face. "Ah, our locker area is by the office, and I have your uniforms in a box. Everything was prepared after you were fitted during in processing. Hardsuits still haven't come in yet, though."

Next, she shook hands with Locke. Technically the woman outranked her, but Aubrey had served within the ISAF and SIlver Spacy much longer, making them equals. She carried herself with that classic Corellian swagger, making a quip about Aubrey hiding. She really had been hiding, but she didn't know if Locke had caught on or was just trying to be funny.

"Usually you can find me my office if you don't see me on the floor," she answered truthfully, turning toward her office at the end of the twin rows of X-wings. "If there's anything I'd like to hide from today, it's admin duties."

Speaking of admin duties, she was reminded of a written complaint just lodged against Locke by her Chief Tech. It appeared that she had comprised the programming of her assigned X-wing, a serious violation. It wouldn't look good for her incoming XO to be breaking rules the first day on the job, so she had planned on discussing the matter in private.

Yet another pilot popped up to join in the introductions, another woman with bright pastel hair that reminded her of cotton candy.

"Welcome, Highwind."

"Well, it looks like I have you all gathered. Just to give you a heads up, I planned on us running through some sims today after I finished in processing you all into the squadron. I have all your materials and gear in my office if you'll all just follow me. Droma, we can speak in a minute."

She waved them all to follow her back into the office. Inside, they would find a neatly organized room, and a stack of boxes line up against the wall. Each had a sticker denoting the names of their owners. Each box contained all their uniforms for the squadron, including formal wear. The standard uniform for spacy pilots was a black jumpsuit and silver jacket with black decals.

"There's your gear,' she said, motioning towards the wall as she leaned against the front of her desk. "As I mentioned to Beamont earlier, you'll all still need to be calibrated for your hardsuits, so we'll be land-based until then. Do you have any other questions for me at this time?"

[member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Cody Beamont"] [member="Cassius Droma"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson nodded and decided she’d let the Commander be for the time being. The girl was straight to business and Allyson sighed softly as she was hoping it would be more relaxed today. Glancing towards the fighter she had been assigned, the Corellian frowned as she saw two men starting to unravel the work she had done. A soft ‘tch’ sounded under her breath, it was going to be annoying to get the techs to leave her to do what she did. Seemed that the Onyx squad and the Silver Spacy ran a tighter ship.

“Office? You mean your second home?” Allyson chuckled and then shrugged. “Admin duties aren’t too bad when you have a capable XO.” Which was true, Allyson worked as an XO with the Rogues before transferring and she knew fully how the paperwork just got in the way. “Straight to business then…” Another small comment as she followed behind the commander with her hands in her pockets. Finding her box, she opened it and pulled out the new jackets. A smile spread across her face as she folded the rogue jacket and replaced it with the silver jacket. The color she would have to get used to, but it was nice to have somewhere new to call home.

Remembering the comment about sims, the smile faded and she sighed softly. One again she was hoping for some free flight time - instead of running organized training. Yet, organized training was how you survived and got to know your squadmates. Arms folded across her chest as she waited for the others to act out their best impressions of getting Life Day gifts. Turning towards the commander, Allyson found her bottom resting gently on the edge of the woman’s desk. She was going to push Lt. King gently just to see her boundaries.

“The sims you have planned for us, what do they entail? How long are we running them? Are we grabbing a drink afterwards?” The last part, about getting a drink afterwards was a tradition with the Rogues. She wanted and hoped that they could do that here as well. So far, things seemed a bit stiffer.

[member="Aubrey King"] [member="Tera Highwood"] [member="Cody Beamont"]

 

[.Durgan.]

Cody followed Allyson’s lead and grabbed his box, quickly opening and examining the new uniform which filled him with a feeling akin to a child opening a birthday gift. He was excited to finally get his uniform and meet the new squad as it finally felt as he was starting the process of settling in.

“I just need to know when to show up for our sim, should be a fun time.” Cody smiled as he turned back to his things placing the new box with his other belongings.

Cody hadn’t run a simulator in some time but the thought of getting back into even a replicated cockpit would be a relief from the emotionally draining day. As he took an empty spot against the wall Cody wondered how things would develop between himself and the rest of the squad. It was important that they all got along and messed well or else it could spell disaster for them in combat. In good time he thought, but his concern was fleeting as he returned his focus to the here and now. The mention of acquiring a drink after a long day was quite tantalizing and Cody thought it might be worth wild branching out and supporting the idea. Even though he wasn’t sure if the Silver Rest even had a bar but at this point, he’d gladly pay for transport to whatever grungy spaceport bar might be hiding on Kashyyyk.

“And I second the drink, after duty hours of course.” Cody turned to Allyson and nodded in agreement with her suggestion.

[member="Allyson Locke"]
[member="Aubrey King"]
[member="Tera Highwind"]

 

[Tera Highwind]

A small smile touched Tera's lips as she followed the others to the stack of boxes, taking the time to roll the box over and over in her hands, the cardboard crumpling slightly beneath her fingers. There was a potential to a box like this, the unknown of what it might hold, what future could unfold from it. She could see the other's already sporting their jackets as she slipped a finger into the box, prying it open as she fished the jacket out, throwing it over her shoulders as she adjusted the fall of the jacket. "These look pretty good, at least brand new. We'll see how they hold up after a few days hard use."

Turning her head slightly to watch the brown-haired woman settling herself on the lieutenant's desk it was all Tera could do not to laugh, her pale eyes dancing away from the seen to flick towards the door and back. "What kinda sims did you have in mind, team sims, or one on one training?" It wasn't that she was eager to fight...well not really but after seeing those rogue patches she was curious about how she could match up against the former rogue squadron pilot, as well as seeing where the rest of her team fell on the scale. "If we're going out for drinks, we might as well get something to eat first, the commander's treat of course I assume."

[member="Cody Beamont"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Aubrey King"] | [member="Cassius Droma"]

 

[Aubrey King]

Locke seemed disappointed that she went straight into inprocessing from their initial encounter, but Aubrey wanted to hit the ground running and transfer to their assigned carrier ASAP.

"I look at it this way," she replied to the Corellian. "The sooner we get through all this business, the sooner you can buy us all a round at the Fleet Club (base bar)"

Aubrey was certainly no stranger to the bar, and enjoyed a social drink here and there when she was grounded or on shore leave. She had been looking forward to enjoying some wine to help her unwind after today.

"Or maybe two rounds. O-4 pay is pretty generous from what I hear."

"The sim scenarios will be pretty simple. Just straight up dogfighting to get a feel for everyone. I'll give you all a few more minutes to toy with your gear, then come meet me out in the hangars again."

She stood up and left the office, approaching her own X-wing at the front of the row. Like all the X-wings of Onyx flight, it was black with a few accents. The paint job wasn't just for aesthetics, though, the coating made of sensor baffling polymers.

As she clambered up into the cockpit, her X-wing came alive as it recognized its pilot. A bubbly smiley emote appeared on the center console.

"Hey buddy," she said as she gently tapped the screen. "It's time to put the newbies through their paces."

She began to loosen up, always feeling more relaxed once she was in the cockpit. This was her domain as a pilot in one nasty piece of starfighter.

The cockpit closed, and the holoprojectors activated, replacing the scene of the hangar with cloudy Kashyyyk skies. She was now in the simulation, acting as host for all the other participating X-wings. Once everyone was situated, she'd pair off folks and then they could begin. She was itching to try her hand against the Rogue veteran in an air duel.

[member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Cody Beamont"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Cassius Droma"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Leaning on the desk Allyson listened to the Commander speak. She was more confident than she seemed when she first showed up, which perked Allyson’s interest. Smirking, the XO continued to lean on the desk. “Well then, I’ll gladly cover the first round of drinks if you cover the second Commander.” Allyson continued to grin as she listened to the rest of what Aubrey had to say. They were dismissed and she headed towards her X-Wing.

The mechanic that was assigned to her frowned as he reinstalled the safety checks and Allyson sighed. She wasn’t going to have time to override his work, so she would have to deal with it using the Force. Climbing in, the mechanic tossed Allyson her helmet and she smiled and he gave her a rude gesture. The cockpit closed up and Allyson sighed. Great start kid, pushing the buttons on the craft she brought it back to life. Receiving the sim information from the Commander she tossed her helmet aside and continued to run through the checks.

A part of her wondered if she could use the force though the sim, but she figured it wouldn’t be fair to the others. Musing over everything she figured the other two would go after each other probably too scared to face the Commander. So Allyson mentally prepared herself to go against the girl. Opening up a private comm link with the new commander, she teased.

“The kids are probably going to play with each other. You wanna tango Commander?”

[member="Aubrey King"] [member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Cody Beamont"]

 

[.Durgan.]

Cody grabbed his things and wasted no time rushing off to the locker room after the squads informal dismissal. As the Lieutenant said the lockers were just around the corner from her office, hustling past a group of mechanics emerging from the locker room Cody began strafing up and down the rows upon rows of lockers. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason that Cody could recognize in the assigning of the lockers but he was quickly becoming frustrated at the fact he still hadn’t found his. Just as he was about to simply toss his things and leave them in the hope that they might still be there when he returned he noticed a locker with a sheet of paper hanging out of it. Squeezing tightly to his bags and the box under his arm Cody stepped over and scanned the nameplate finally, he thought letting out a sigh of relief the locker was assigned to C. Beamont. Freeing a thumb he placed it on the bio lock that clicked open and the door swung partially open under its own weight. Quickly tossing his personal belongings inside Cody stripped off his old clothes and dawned his new Silver spacy gear, which in the reflection of the mirror against the wall didn’t look half bad accenting his well-maintained beard and styled hair.

Tossing the now empty box into his locker he slammed the door closed making sure the automatic lock reengaged, but in his haste, he forgot about the paper that had brought his attention to the locker in the first place. Picking the paper up he opened it reading the first few lines that mention property and signing but didn’t have time to concern himself with it instead sliding it in the locker through the gap in the top. Cody rushed out into the hanger bay with a small hop as he altered his direction perhaps a bit overly excited for a simulation but he didn’t care he finally got to try out his new fighter. Cody could see that Lieutenant King and Allyson had already mounted up in their fighters, but he had forgotten to ask which was even his. Fortunately for him, the techs already knew he was coming and an older white-haired man stood next to a fighter in the corner waiving him down.

“Hey! Is this one mine?” Cody asked winded and out of breath from rushing across the bay.

“Sure is kid lucky number 7 here, I’m Dutch and I’m your senior tech.” The old man smiled and grabbed the ladder clicking in place. “Now go on you got something training to do.”

“Thanks,” Nodding to the tech as he ascending the ladder.

Grabbing the helmet from out of the seat he quickly flopped down making a few adjustments to the chair and then the helmet before strapping it on. Rushing through his checks as the canopy closed he was startled for a moment as the glass suddenly turned pitch black, but then a line of green code streamed across the viewport ahead of him. Cody had been in simulations before but this was cutting edge for sure. Finishing his checks in the dim green glow his cockpit lit up as if in natural daylight, as Cody peered up as the view he suddenly found himself in a virtual representation of the skies over Kashyyyk. A message appeared in big blue letter, ‘Accelerate to take manual control’, Cody wanted to jump right in but he took a moment to watch the simulator produce as stunning imagery of the forest canopy only a few hundred meters below, white puffy clouds, and off in the distance a dark gloomy cloud looking to erupt in unpredictable weather at any moment. Cody had never fought inside planetary boundaries before and didn’t expect much but was going to give his all. Keeping his novice level in mind he hoped to avoid his Lieutenant and the ex-rogue squadron and instead keyed up comms with Tera hoping she might entertain a jaunty encounter. As he waited for her response Cody grabbed the stick and throttled the engine up almost immediately taking a nose dive as an alarming amount of simulated gravity pulled the stick nearly clean out of his hand.

“Hope no one saw that,” Cody laughingly said to himself as he leveled out and brought the X-Wing back up to cruising height.

[member="Allyson Locke"]
[member="Aubrey King"]
[member="Tera Highwind"]

 

[Freja Liekvold]

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[ ] There was a pilot by the name of Freya within the large hanger that the Onyx Squadron was presiding in. The rather experienced, yet young pilot would be attending to his vessel. A common X-Wing type fighter that was provided to him by the squadron. He more so preferred his custom LAAT, although it was more bulky and less maneuverable. Freya found it to be like that of a child to him, holding great value over it as he had spent most of his career flying using said ship. Still, he didn't mind the change up in ships every now and again, as it always kept things interesting. Different missions called for different vessels, and Freya knew this well.

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[ ] The pilot would currently be slid up underneath his ship, lying down on a flat kart meant for this specific purpose. While under his fighter, the male would be pulling wires and reattaching new ones using an array of different tools laying on the floor beside him. The young pilot was rather good with his hands, and new the ends and outs of any ship he dared to fly. Because of this, it kept him always one step ahead in case something were to go wrong or malfunction when piloting. Being a skilled pilot was but only one feature to why the man was recruited for this squadron, little did many know, but the pilot was also a proficient shooter. Having an automated aiming system built into his nerves while enrolling into the services, Freya was able to outshoot the common man by fifty kills within two minutes. The pilot's most trusted and preferred choice of weaponry being a western themed revolver that fired energy blasts, rather than the iconic versions did bullets.

`` Gosh.. it's hot under here - ``

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[ ] Saying this in an exasperated way, Freya would pant as he worked on his ship. Working with the heating system actually, the male would be receiving random blasts of hot air. Eventually sliding out from underneath, the male would stand up onto his two feet. Having his uniform currently zipped up, he’d lift one hand up and proceed to unzip it down to his waist. Doing so, he'd then slip his arms out of their sleeves and allow the top half of his uniform to fall. This would result in revealing the male's undershirt, which was a simple tight fit tank top. The white constantly rather nicely with the black jumpsuit. Freya would grab the sleeves of his suit and tie them around his waist so they wouldn't be dragging, after doing this he would then reach over to a rag that was laying on top of a tool box. Wiping his hands of the oil and black muck that came with working on his fighter. While doing this, Freya would get word that the squadron was going to be performing some simulations. Acknowledging this news from a fellow pilot that was running by in the direction of their own ship. Smiling softly, Freya would lift the rag up to his face and wipe away some of the sweat that was on his forehead. After doing so, he’d toss the rag over his shoulder and rush over to his helmet that was resting on a metal bench on the other side of his fighter.

`` Haha, alrighty !
This aught’a be fun ~ ! ``

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[ ] The pilot would say this in a thrilled tone of voice as he rushed over to his helmet. Picking it up, he'd hold it under his arm and make his way up and into the cockpit of his X-Wing.

Aubrey King​