Ijaat
NabooSomewhere nice
[member="Owen Holst"]
Aedan's X-Wing had long since touched down on the grassy fields of Naboo. This was home now. It had been a while since he had felt grounded anywhere. After all being a fighter pilot in the midst of a great war between the Galactic Alliance and the First Order was the sort of thing that tended to keep you on the move. There was no rest for the wicked, and definitely not a wicked Rogue Squadron pilot. Even so, Naboo was where his sister called home, and so Aedan had come to do the same. They didn't leave here, his sister was located closer to the capital. However Aedan loved the opportunity to spread his wings. It was more or less why he had become a pilot in the first place. He could go anywhere. In his X-Wing nothing seemed impossible. Mountain off in the distance? Sure, let's investigate. Lush valleys and warm beaches off in the distance? Sure, he could go there too.
But he wasn't alone. At least not for long. Owen would meet him soon enough. It was the perfect spot to relax and enjoy a brief break before the next thunderstorm. Yet the First Order was always on the move, far from defeated. And to add to it all his sister's business was suffering, and her with it. Times weren't the best for clan Lochlan. Aedan's own fortunes were unpredictable at best. He and his squadmates had been forced to come to terms with being sent on the most dangerous operations. He knew not everyone could return. What would he leave behind if he blew up above a rock in the midst of First Order and Alliance border territories? His sister was strong and could take care of herself. But he wished she didn't have to.
The pilot, casually dressed in t-shirt and cargo pants slumped down onto the grass. Worries could come later. For now he just wanted to enjoy the view.