To fly amongst the Stars

[Hansen]

Emelie Sterren
Dosuun, Aviation Training Centre.

Emelie stands outside the flight simulator room with arms folded in a narrow hallway, back leaning against the thick durasteel door bored. The helmet on Emelie's helmet held beneath right arm against armour bears the red flashes of a visage belonging to the Special Forces. Identifying Emelie as such to the wingman she is expecting. Boots beat against the floor restlessly and she heaves out an anxious sigh from lungs through her pursed lips. This would be Emelie's first time in a simulator since the 'accident' and her fear showed, beads of sweat roll down her pallor despite the chilled air lingering around. Thumb pushes at nose idly with knuckle resting against eyebrow with blue spheres pursed shut. Moving between pushing the precipice of nose and massaging her pale forehead.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Emelie Sterren"]

Dosuun
Officers office connecting to the training centre

Being a officer rank came with pride...and paper work...the glorious thing of looking over stuff and signing them off writing the papers and sending them off, she checked the time and gave a smile...finally now she could have some real fun

She stood as she cleaned her desk off, and headed to suit up, she changed into her flight suit and grabbed her helmet looking at it...few seconds dings here and there, she held it under her arm as she walked down the hall, she gave a smile as she saw who she was to meet and waved

you must be [member="Emelie Sterren"] of the special forces pleasure to meet you I am Sara Lee Jones leader of bolt squadron and Captain ranked

 

[Hansen]

Emelie Sterren
Dosuun, Aviation Training Centre.

Emelie returns a cordial wave towards Captain Jones with a black leather glove-sheathed hand. "Hey Captain Jones, so you'll be the supervisor of this simulated flight exercise?" Lips stretch into a deceptively 'at ease' smile, eyes pass a glance through a small and square shaped transparisteel viewport revealing a pair of TIE pods held between two large actuators to simulate the movements of a spacecraft with inertia acting upon it. The room is empty save for those two stationary balls, and Emelie's mind is pulled with dread into the simulation she knows it coming; A picket of a planet's atmosphere attached to a fighter wing aboard an Imperial X-Class Star Destroyer. That means moving in a vacuum environment when Emelie looks back to the Captain noticeable beads of sweat roll down the special forces pilot's pallor. Swallowing her fear for a moment. "Carrier launched in orbit I take it?" The idea obviously makes the Veteran pilot nervous, but why? Surely a Special Forces pilot had done that dozen if not hundreds of times.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Emelie Sterren"]

indeed I will be

She said putting her arms behind her back as she observed [member="Emelie Sterren"], she seemed extremely nervous, she frowned lightly but pushed it away at the next question as she gave a smile again and patted her shoulder

yes, we shall be running a defense scenario, enemy fighters are attacking the cruiser and we need to repel them....I'll be your wingman...now let's go

She said as she opened the door and both would head to the tie pods, she got into her as she waited for confirmation she was in

 

[Hansen]

Emelie Sterren
Dosuun, Aviation Training Centre.

"Okay." Emelie turns around slowly, in no hurry to go through a scenario so similar to her accident. Hand pivots the bulkhead's handle, Emelie presses her body against the thick metal door, it slowly pivots open and Emelie then slides helmet overhead; Hermetic seal inflates around the bodysuit at the neck. Hands fasten around the step ladder and she leans down heaving out a deep sigh, walking up it to the edge of the TIE pod, she looks down into the dark inert cockpit for a moment. Emelie carefully drops down into the seat carefully and pulls harness straps over shoulders and connects them to a round steel buckle that presses against her abdomen. Emelie boots up the 'Fighter's' auxiliary power and begins running through pre-flight checks. "Main power; On....Auxiliary systems booting up." Emelie's voice fills their TEAMCOM, letting Captain Jones know she is performing pre-flight checks, Emelie intentionally performs them slowly and breathes deeply; Attempting to keep calm.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Emelie Sterren"]

She listned in as she gave a nod to herself and began her own checks

engines 100% fuel 100% weapons check missiles check all good my end

She said as the simulation booted up, it wouldn't start till Sara gave the go, she looked around performing test on the sim make sure everything was reading correctly and gave a smile to herself, everything seemed to read a ok

for this test you will be designated as bolt 2

She said as the sim came to life the AI running around performing checks like a crew would, tower then gave them clearance

alright bolt squadron go go go

She said gunning the engines

 

[Hansen]

Emelie Sterren
Dosuun, Aviation Training Centre.

Emelie gives an unseen nod to Captain Jones' instructions, the simulation flickers to life. From the TIE fighter's cockpit, Emelie is provided with a perfect replication of an Imperial X-Class' hanger. Faced with a blueish energy shield from above the floor, Emelie's TIE Fighter drops for a moment before she accelerates to the push off feet against pedals in an impressively short reaction time. Emelie's TIE fighter shrieks from the Hanger and goes to fall in behind Captain Jones' TIE fighter, confronted with the cold dark void of space Emelie's anxiety leaps up into her throat, she tries to push it down with a swallow and to her terror finds it still omnipresent. Emelie's hands grip on the HOTAS is strong but tightens yet with the Special Forces Pilot trying to pull away from her own memories. "Bolt Actual, this is Bolt Two. On your tail." Position reported with an audibly disconcerted tone as if the pilot had seen some monster in the cold darkness.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Emelie Sterren"]

Roger bolt two maintain flight position

She spoke bringing them up the ship moving away to show the grand battle goimg on, Sara leveled out as she checked her sensors and gave a nod then looked again as she spotted three coming for the cruiser

bolt 2 break off looks like we have a bomber with two escorts inbound to the cruiser, I'm gonna draw the fighters attention away and you hit that bomber hard

She saod, she pressed her engines as they flashed and she took off forward, she moved up then leveled, she went down and strafed the three causing the fighters to break off onto her, she led them on a chase tangling with them leaving the bomber alone

 

[Hansen]

Emelie Sterren
Dosuun, Aviation Training Centre.

Emelie gives a flick of the acknowledgement light on HOTAS before breaking away from the formation. Cold sweat dribbles down Emelie's forehead, trickling along the bridge of nose and down over eyelids. Emelie executes a corkscrew with the manipulation of joysticks and depression of single pedal, she makes a sharp turn and puts the Bomber's Ion engine square in the sights of her targeting computer. The Targeting computer begins making a series of beeps and whoops while locking onto the comparatively slow and less manoeuvrable bomber. Emelie's index fingers freeze while looming over the triggers. Scenes of the cold void of space flash before her blue eyes from behind the glossy black visage of helmet. Emelie finds herself unable to squeeze the trigger in this moment of uncertainty, sympathy for what the 'Pilot' of the 'Bomber' is about to experience kicks in. Hesitation finally gives way and Emelie's fingers depress the triggers, sending jolts of Green lasers into the back of the enemy bomber and she breathes a sigh of relief while partially overcoming her fear.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Emelie Sterren"]

Sara watched whike she did a dogfight...some reason she could see she had the lock but no...no quick shot...sbe was worried about that then watched as she shot and took the bomber out, she nodded to herself as she smiled and got over comms

bolt 2 bolt 2 I need assistant enimes have gotten behind me and are trailing i can't seek to break need help over

She said as the three fighters rolled and soared around each other as she moved quickly to dodge some lasers coming at her