Private Fly Guy

[Iris Arani]

Of all the things Iris wanted to get better at, flying was one of the lower things on the list. Fighting in a starfighter wasn't something she got the chance to do a lot of, and well. She really didn't think that was fair. She loved to fly. In space, the colors weren't so overwhelming. She could see so much more clearly in the void. And she was actually pretty good at flying! Her Keshian eyes certainly helped. So did the Force. So how was she going to fix that?

Work with the Alliance forces to get her some more training with it all.

In her custom X-wing she landed at the Coromon facility. It'd been a while since she last landed on Fresia. The Padawan hopped out, taking a breath of the world's air. Smiled. This was nice. Kinda like a vacation, if a trip to a defense base was a vacation. She didn't linger long where she was, instead walking briskly towards the base itself. She had someone to meet, after all.

Mylo Thorne | Ichika Masudo

 

[Mylo Thorne]

Fly Guy

Location: JDB Coromon, Coromon Islands, Fresia, Core Worlds
Objective: Teach a paddy some new tricks
Equipment: X-Wing Starfighter
Tags:
Iris Arani | Ichika Masudo

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Business as usual. Organised chaos. The hustle and bustle of the station gave it an almost homely feel as two insectoid Verpine technicians moved through rapidly towards the hangar, dodging a cart that carried four B-Wing pilots. A red-faced crew chief barked orders through the hallway as overworked mechanics rushed to comply. Through the disorder moved a humanoid figure with oddly large violet-hued eyes, same as Iris' and a few strands of greying black hair, indicating he too was of the same species. He walked briskly with a quick tempo and rigid, unmoving posture, as if someone had placed a metal plate in his clothing to keep him from moving too much. The man wore a neatly-pressed navy blue uniform with a black shoulder belt. Two crossed spanners over three gold rank bars on his shoulder pad indicated he was a Chief Technical Sergeant.

Halting before her, he inspected her briefly, as if to read her emotions before speaking. " Where's the other one? Anyway, she can catch up, Captain Thorne will see you now, follow me please." The crewman spoke, heading off into a passageway without even checking to see if she was following. He led her towards two large blast doors with a plaque that read FLIGHT BREAK ROOM TWO in aurebesh lettering. Kicking open the door with little force, he opened up to a small recreational room, complete with saabac tables and eating areas where pilots of a myriad of different species sat and enjoyed some food. The man seemed to scan the room, turning to the corner, the corners of his mouth moving ever so slightly to convert his previously neutral expression to a slightly displeased one.

Slumped in a deckchair with a datapad containing a number of unfinished after action reports, was Mylo, fast asleep and snoring away. The stubble beard and black bags under his eyes conveyed how much of a toll the war had aged him, much more than the last time they had met. The expression shifting to a grin, the chief stood to attention, stamping his foot down to create as much noise as possible. Moving almost like a shockwave, Mylo was ripped out of his slumber and brought back to the world of the living. Slowly awakening, his eyes darted from Iris to the Chief before he was able to surmise what was going on. Stumbling up, he rubbed his eyes and nodded to either of them.

"Thanks Chief, you can leave us now."

"Sir!" The crewman snapped a salute before pacing off in the other direction.

"You're here for the uh.. thing, your master contacted me, telling me you were eager for some flying lessons." He addressed her, picking up the datapad and setting it down on a nearby table. "You're in luck, Iris. Well, sort of. General Ryker won't allow non-Starfighter Corps personnel anywhere near the simulators so we're going to do some live-action training. I'll teach you some more advanced manoeuvres then we'll head to one the islands nearer to the mainland that boasts a range." He started off toward the doorway, shaking his head to be rid of the last remnants of sleep.

"Before any of that however, I have something to give you. A present of sorts. Master Noble requested I help get it ready for you, C'mon." Gesturing for her to follow, he led her out of the double doors. "Also, where's the other one? Padawan Masuodo was it?"

 

[Ichika Masudo]

Location: JDB Coromon, Coromon Islands, Fresia, Core Worlds
Tags: Iris Arani | Mylo Thorne

She encountered the Chief on his way back from escorting Iris to the Captain. "You must be the other one," came the obvious words, the man's expression betraying nothing when he saw her, but she could pick up on the slight irritation he felt as he turned back and motioned for her to follow, "Come on, then," he said, bringing her to the corridor and the double doors just as Mylo and Iris emerged, and leaving her to it as he went back to his duties.

"Masudo," she corrected as she jogged up, looking absolutely embarrassed at her tardiness, her pink cheeks sporting a shade darker than the rest of her, "Ichika Masudo.... Daisy... ah..." This was the second instance of her being delayed in such a short frame of time; she felt so flustered, only this time it wasn't her, but flight delays, erasing all the time she had planned for to find her way to the base and be a few minutes early. She offered a quick bow, a habit long ingrained into her by the culture of Atrisia, where she was raised,"...my apologies. An unruly passenger kept my transport from departing on time."

She hoped this was the last time that would happen. After brief glance to Iris, with a cordial smile, she turned back to Mylo.

"You must be Captain Thorne."

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[Mylo Thorne]

Fly Guy

Location: JDB Coromon, Coromon Islands, Fresia, Outer Rim
Objective: Teach two paddies some tricks
Equipment: X-Wing Starfighter
Tags:
Iris Arani | Ichika Masudo

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Part of him still longing for slumber, he almost jumped as Daisy approached him, relaxing as he recognised her. "Yes, I am he, please, call me Mylo. My apologies, Padawan Masudo or Daisy, pleased to make your acquaintance." The part of his orange flight suit that covered his torso was wrapped around his waist and he undid it, hopping slightly as he slid his arms into the jumpsuit. On it was stitched numerous battle honours, including a red circle to represent the Battle of Dromund Kaas and a blue circle to represent that he had seen action on Tython, plus others, more than it had been when he had last met a Jedi Padawan. Also on the left side of the suit was an insignia which read REVENANT SQUADRON, in gold lettering.

"I was just taking Iris to go and give her something. I think there's one for you too. It's sorta a surprise I guess. C'mon." He gestured, moving into a jog. The two padawans got stares from engineers, pilots and soldiers alike who wondered why they had decided to grace their presence at the base. It was clear they weren't used to seeing anyone who wasn't in some form of uniform. Passing into the locker room, he sauntered in, basking in the strange odour that emanated. On one of the shelves positioned on a oddly-placed wall on the left hand side were three helmets. One of them had what looked like paint-splodges of different colours on the helmet along with the NJO starbird on the front. The other one had pink and white stripes with the same Jedi insignia in white painted on the front. Emerald eyes darting between the two, he took both of them down.

"Master Noble had me make these for you. I admit, I'm not the best artist but I tried my best." Mylo grinned and handed the pink one to Daisy and the one with the paint-splodges to Iris. Another helmet sat on the shelf, it had gold and red stripes passing on either side and black triangles going along the top. On the front were two gold coloured Alliance starbirds. Taking it off the shelf, he stared at it for a moment and was immediately transported back to every single mission the helmet had followed him on. The horrors on Kaas, defeat on Foerost and rebirth on Tython. He put it under his arm and took a long exhale.

"Now, inside the lockers on the farthest row, are two spare flight suits. Starfighter Command is pretty finicky about that sorta thing. When you're done, I need you two to meet me at Hangar Twelve, down the right, make two lefts and another right and its like two double doors in front of you, ya can't miss it. We're going to be flying with airspeeders, though you two don't have the right clearances. Therefore, I'll be bestowing upon you both the temporary commission of Flight Officer. See ya there." Mylo moved further and further way until he had passed out of sight, leaving the blast doors still swinging.

 

[Iris Arani]

Ah, right. The other one. Daisy. Iris shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't sure where Daisy was, but it wasn't like this was a mission, right? More for relaxing? Fun? Kinda. Certainly training, but still for fun. She followed along after the Sergeant, her gaze drifting around towards all the colors. So many colors, so many people. Ahh. Hopefully they'd go out in space for all this training and flying. There the colors weren't so plentiful.

She flashed a brief smile once she was introduced to Mylo, though blinked in surprise at the mention of a gift. From Master Noble? Her heart welled up with joy as she eagerly looked around the room for it. It was rare to get a gift from her, and she really wanted to get her hands on it. So much so she didn't even realize Daisy had arrived. She blinked as her eyes settled on the pink skinned woman. Then returned the smile.

And immediately turned her gaze back to the helmet once it was offered. She lit up like a Christmas tree, taking it, looking it over, then quickly placing it over her head. "I think it's beautiful."

Then Mylo left. She blinked, too wrapped up in the joy of the helmet to realize why at first. Then she sorta gasped and nodded. Right. Flight suits! And- Oh. No space. She hid the bit of despair at that before turning to go down and get changed. No point in keeping anyone waiting.

"Flight officers, huh? Should I call you sir? Ma'am?" She flashed a grin to Daisy as she pulled the suit on. "This'll be fun, I think."

Ichika Masudo | Mylo Thorne

 

[Ichika Masudo]

Location: JDB Coromon, Coromon Islands, Fresia, Core Worlds
Objective: Get Learned
Tags: Iris Arani | Mylo Thorne

Daisy looked at all the patches on the Captain's jumpsuit, her brows creeping upward as she briefly admired the embroidery of each patch. She and her father had often discussed the various conflicts, but the perspective had always been that of a Jedi, and Jedi were often the focus, though he was clear to honour the personnel of the Alliance Forces. Every part mattered.

A surprise?

She blinked. She'd never had a surprise from anyone but family, and the few friends she'd made back home; she was curious about what it could be, but she had no clue. Jogging after Mylo, she didn't pay the stares any attention. She got her fair share of them, military base or no, and had learned to screen them out, from sticking out quite a bit amongst the dominant population of Atrisia, to the way some people simply looked at Zeltrons. Never mind that she was only half of one.

Her nose wrinkled upon entering the locker room, finding the odour reminiscent of what permeated the dojo of her father's old master of the sword after the students there finished a session... but when she was handed a flight helmet, striped in pink and white, and marked with the starbird of her Order, the odour faded into the background. Staring at her helmet, she was briefly mesmerised by its unblemished surface, only to be torn from this short fascination by the momentary breeze of what Mylo must have been feeling with those memories, her focus shifting for just that moment, wondering what evoked those feelings... but when she looked up from her helmet with small smile as Mylo turned back to them, her discipline shoved her rising curiosity about it into a box, taping it shut. None of her business.

"Thank you," she said with a tip of her head, "It's lovely."

Then he was explaining about the flight suits, and where they were to go, and then he was gone. Going to the lockers, Daisy set her helmet down on the bench, and went to pull on the other spare flight suit.

"I think pilots of the same rank go by last names, Arani," she deadpanned, looking at the dark-haired padawan with a flat expression, though with a touch of mirth in her eyes, "or call signs," but she beamed a smile thereafter, at the mention of 'fun', "yeah, for sure!"

Fastening up the flight suit, she grabbed her helmet and pulled it on.

"Hanger Twelve," she said, repeating their destination, remembering the directions, "come on!"

Then she left too, pushing open the blast doors and slipping through.

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[Iris Arani]

Last names? Iris tilted her head in mild confusion, especially at the mention of Arani. Who? Was that supposed to be her last name? She didn't think on it too long given Daisy already started running for the hanger. The Padawan nodded quickly, tugging on her helmet to quickly follow after the hybrid. "Do you know where the hanger is, Dais- Er.. Masudo?"

Ichika Masudo | Mylo Thorne

 

[Ichika Masudo]

THE PINK ATRISIAN
NEW JEDI ORDER
JDB COROMON - COROMON ISLANDS - FRESIA
Iris Arani | Mylo Thorne

"Do you know where the hanger is, Dais- Er.. Masudo?"

"Ehhh... 'Down the right, make two lefts and another right and its like two double doors in front of you, ya can't miss it'," she said, repeating word for word the directions that the pilot had given, "That's what the Captain said."

She flashed Iris a smile - they had already went out the door and immediately headed right, and the first left was coming up.

"Follow me and we will get there."

After the first left, then another left, then a right, they came to a similar set of double doors as the first ones they had entered and exited.

"This is it," she said, placing both pink hands on one of the doors and giving it a push, "This is going to be fun!"