Ari Naldax
Character
Hutt Haven, Coruscant
Ari stared at the glass she'd just gulped the last swing of Alderaanian Ale from, questioning her future, what was to come. So this is it - half a decade here in the Alliance and now I'm back to the old life. She knew she'd done some good, at least, but the Major still couldn't help but think she'd wasted so many years in the Defence Forces, and if anything things were worse - what with the Alliance now being unable to even defend the deep core. Slamming the mug down and waving for another, her mind turned home. While she was here gallivanting as a hero of the Alliance - showing off her pretty starbird medal and flying the fighters she'd helped design - New Alderaan had fallen, yet again, to another horde of Imperials. And unlike the last time - when she'd fought valiantly but in vain to defend the world she'd been born on - their allies here in the Alliance stood silent. And they still won't give me my squadron.
Starting the next ale she went back over the days events - meeting with her commander to renew her commission had gone just about like it always had - up until she was slated to receive another training squadron, or otherwise be attached to some working group writing doctrine. She wasn't going to have any of that. Ari was a combat pilot - still young at that - and one of the best in the Galaxy. Her skills were wasted teaching dogfighting to nuggets and writing more recommendations that wouldn't even reach the brass. Hell, they were wasted fighting for a government that couldn't even protect its own territory. So she handed in her wings, turned over what wasn't hers, and walked away, taking only Keeper and her old NASF uniform.
As her thoughts swirled in her mind like the amber liquid in her mug, now half empty, she could hear the swoosh of the Tapcaf's door opening and closing. She could hope that whoever followed wasn't going to sit next to her - but as quiet as it was, she silently sighed and beckoned them to sit next to her. Maybe they can at least get my mind off this cluster...
Ari stared at the glass she'd just gulped the last swing of Alderaanian Ale from, questioning her future, what was to come. So this is it - half a decade here in the Alliance and now I'm back to the old life. She knew she'd done some good, at least, but the Major still couldn't help but think she'd wasted so many years in the Defence Forces, and if anything things were worse - what with the Alliance now being unable to even defend the deep core. Slamming the mug down and waving for another, her mind turned home. While she was here gallivanting as a hero of the Alliance - showing off her pretty starbird medal and flying the fighters she'd helped design - New Alderaan had fallen, yet again, to another horde of Imperials. And unlike the last time - when she'd fought valiantly but in vain to defend the world she'd been born on - their allies here in the Alliance stood silent. And they still won't give me my squadron.
Starting the next ale she went back over the days events - meeting with her commander to renew her commission had gone just about like it always had - up until she was slated to receive another training squadron, or otherwise be attached to some working group writing doctrine. She wasn't going to have any of that. Ari was a combat pilot - still young at that - and one of the best in the Galaxy. Her skills were wasted teaching dogfighting to nuggets and writing more recommendations that wouldn't even reach the brass. Hell, they were wasted fighting for a government that couldn't even protect its own territory. So she handed in her wings, turned over what wasn't hers, and walked away, taking only Keeper and her old NASF uniform.
As her thoughts swirled in her mind like the amber liquid in her mug, now half empty, she could hear the swoosh of the Tapcaf's door opening and closing. She could hope that whoever followed wasn't going to sit next to her - but as quiet as it was, she silently sighed and beckoned them to sit next to her. Maybe they can at least get my mind off this cluster...