Nothing Spared
Location: Mess Hall 2-C - Tyrant
Time: 7:00 PM
Objective: Discover the Mystery of Luck
Tag:
Electra-13
Even Neo-Imperials needed to eat.
After a long CAP, Electra-12 was positively famished. The perpetually-insufficient numbers of TIE pilots meant that those who were available very often pulled double shifts. Fortunately, Electra was receiving more flight hours than she ever had at the academy, learning in her element behind the control sticks of a real TIE, rather than a simulation or a training TIE. She was beginning to put her craft through its paces, finding the limits of its performance and learning its patterns like her own handwriting. Like all TIEs, the TIE/fd was fast and agile, traits which the Cadet had been trained to account for and maximize. However, Electra had developed her own flying style, one more passive and methodical than other TIE pilots. Being somewhat bookish for a pilot, Electra-12 had studied more than a few ancient Imperial flight manuals, learning directly from the first generation of TIE aces who had flown against Rebel Alphabet Wings during the Galactic Civil War.
However, Electra-12 had no ambitions of joining their ranks. She intended to be the very last great TIE ace, to realize the dream of a pure, cleansed galaxy. There would be no successors to learn from or surpass her.
With the exception of Electra-13’s crash into an asteroid, the CAP had gone relatively smoothly. By now, Electra-12 had stopped fearing for her batch sister’s life after seeing her crash, as she would somehow always emerge seemingly unharmed from such violent wrecks. Unfortunately, that was where her sister’s luck ran out, as 13 always seemed to be the one to experience engine failures, technical malfunctions, or various other misfortunes, to the point where she had earned the nickname “Spiderbait”.
Still clad in her black flight suit, sans helmet and chest plate, Electra-12 set her plate down at an empty table. Her meal of pancakes and fried porg was a somewhat heavy meal for the tiny Chiss, but after skipping lunch and dinner the previous day, then breakfast and lunch today, she didn’t want to delay eating any longer. However, she was patient enough to wait for her sister to show up, who had been held up in the medbay as the medical staff performed a quick checkup after her most recent crash.
To say the least, Electra-12 wasn’t worried in the slightest.
Time: 7:00 PM
Objective: Discover the Mystery of Luck
Tag:
Electra-13
Even Neo-Imperials needed to eat.
After a long CAP, Electra-12 was positively famished. The perpetually-insufficient numbers of TIE pilots meant that those who were available very often pulled double shifts. Fortunately, Electra was receiving more flight hours than she ever had at the academy, learning in her element behind the control sticks of a real TIE, rather than a simulation or a training TIE. She was beginning to put her craft through its paces, finding the limits of its performance and learning its patterns like her own handwriting. Like all TIEs, the TIE/fd was fast and agile, traits which the Cadet had been trained to account for and maximize. However, Electra had developed her own flying style, one more passive and methodical than other TIE pilots. Being somewhat bookish for a pilot, Electra-12 had studied more than a few ancient Imperial flight manuals, learning directly from the first generation of TIE aces who had flown against Rebel Alphabet Wings during the Galactic Civil War.
However, Electra-12 had no ambitions of joining their ranks. She intended to be the very last great TIE ace, to realize the dream of a pure, cleansed galaxy. There would be no successors to learn from or surpass her.
With the exception of Electra-13’s crash into an asteroid, the CAP had gone relatively smoothly. By now, Electra-12 had stopped fearing for her batch sister’s life after seeing her crash, as she would somehow always emerge seemingly unharmed from such violent wrecks. Unfortunately, that was where her sister’s luck ran out, as 13 always seemed to be the one to experience engine failures, technical malfunctions, or various other misfortunes, to the point where she had earned the nickname “Spiderbait”.
Still clad in her black flight suit, sans helmet and chest plate, Electra-12 set her plate down at an empty table. Her meal of pancakes and fried porg was a somewhat heavy meal for the tiny Chiss, but after skipping lunch and dinner the previous day, then breakfast and lunch today, she didn’t want to delay eating any longer. However, she was patient enough to wait for her sister to show up, who had been held up in the medbay as the medical staff performed a quick checkup after her most recent crash.
To say the least, Electra-12 wasn’t worried in the slightest.
