in the footsteps of a stranger
The Starfighter Corps had earmarked one of the X-wings out of the last batch that had been made to continue replacing those lost in the invasion for Jedi Master Efret Farr. Her request for a new one after hers was destroyed in the Temple hangar had gone unfulfilled for long enough, or some brass thought. Efret would have been just as content with waiting as she was with returning her loaner fighter to the nearest navy base.
With it parked in the pad that she had been told to use via holomail, she walked up to the bay's control office, where she had also been directed to go by the same message. A R6-series astromech droid with orange detailing rolled closely after her. "How's it feel to be up and at 'em today, Tewy?" she asked before glancing down at the small screen built into her wrist gauntlet. The aurebesh translation of his binary droidspeak typed itself out on the display:
// New frame = strange sensation
Exception = glad Efret saved my memory banks \\
"The skies wouldn't feel the same without you, my friend."
//
\\She looked up again just in time to sidestep out of running into a man who seemed to be a pilot.
