From pilots to what?

[Sara Lee Jones]

Dosaan, somewhere on base a group of pilots sat waiting, training was to be had for the preliminary stages of a advance squadron unlike any other, Sara had called upon these...ren...some weird force using people it whatever, she knew of two one she trust ither...wary of but trusted

-ma'am why are we out here...seems pointless to be doing ground training-

*shush it pvt, just keep in line*

She said and sighed waiting...this should be fun

 

[Brent Smith]

The Celestial Bishop entered real space with a jolt, finally leaving the blue nether of hyperspace. Brent was glad to be back in First Order space, in what he felt was home, rather than the distant lands of far off planets and strange systems where he didn't know the language or anyone at all. Gates, his black astromech droid gave a series of ecstatic beeps and whistles. Brent smiled fondly, "I am glad too, it will be fun to be home again."

"Beep booo weeeep?"

"No, we aren't going back home home to see Saria," Brent frowned, "But we are going in training. The higher ups said I would need it if we are going on some of these wild missions they have in mind."

"Beep beep wooo?"

"Yes, well, that is one way of looking at it."

"Waaa oooop!"

"Ok, now that's enough of your lip," Brent said with a playful pat on his metal friend's head, "Go prepare yourself for landing."

The highly modified YT-2400 came down with a soft landing on one of the nearby landing spots. As Brent walked down the loading ramp, he removed his black leather flight gloves. His trenchcoat-like uniform fluttered as he drew closer to female who would help instruct his piloting. He offered her a pleasant smile, "Agent Brent Smith reporting in for training, ma'am."

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Sara turned to the man and glanced hin over before she offered a smile and held her hand out for his to shake, she wore a flight suit, unlike her men who were in their body suits

*Mr smith glad to have you here i an Captain Sara Lee Jones, sorry ahead of time if flying is cut short have some uh odd training guess you can call it*

-uhhh ma'am what do you mean-

*pvt I swear to the Supreme leader you don't know how to shut your trap, alright folks ren hasn't arrived I want laps around the hangar come on now move it 100 laps*

Her men groaned but started their laps Sara gave a laugh

*alright, then follow me *

She said walking to a double cock pit tie

*tell me your fly experience if you don't mind*

[member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

Brent gave a polite nod, "Oh don't worry about me and cutting things short, I won't be a bother about things."

He folded his arms behind his back as he started to follow her towards the TIE fighter. He was starting to pick up habits from Derrium like that, the sort of things that a Spook was supposed to do, but not the type of thing that Brent was used to doing. His black leather boots clacked on the flooring as he watched these new pilots start to do their laps around the hangar. He shook his head, this was a big hangar, he didn't envy them, that was for sure.

"Flight experience?" he gave a half shrug, "I suppose nothing of consequence. I have my standard license, up to a J-type Medium freighter. I have flow a few missions back and forth so far, but I haven't had any combat time behind the yoke. I grew up in a small town, working in my dad's mechanic shop, so you can imagine we had to test fly a lot of vessels before they were ready to be given back to our customers."

He gripped the S-foil wing on the side of the small interceptor, "Is that enough for you to work with?"

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

*Ahhh so you probably know yiur way around the inner working if a star fighter? Bolt squadron the one I command prides itself on being the best at repair and maintenance of the squadron, as for combat experience I can have the ground crew set up a few ground target, also these things are hooked up with a tagging system like uhhh laser tag*

She said as she looked at the interceptor

*Ya know I just was recently given one, I could use the training myself on it, go ahead and hop in wait for me to tell you to take off*

She said as she moved over to another as she hopped in, she radioed in telling what was gonna be happening instructing crews to set up some targets

*ok Mr smith go ahead and take off behind me gonna run through some maneuvers, oh and before I forget, should be a red button that'll change you from live round to the laser system I was discussing *


She said as she took off and started upwards
[member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

"I should say I know a thing or two about starfighters," he agreed with a slight chuckle. "Laser tag? I suppose that could be fun."

He carefully took off his trenchcoat and laid it aside on top of a rack of missiles. That coat would only be annoying in the small cockpit. He quickly climbed up the durasteel ladder and plopped into the ship with a sigh of contentment.

He quickly began flipping switches, beginning the pre flight checks and adjusting the fuel, joystick sensitivity, and calibrating the target lock before slipping on the traditional pilot's headset.

"Sara Lee this is Bishop One, willco," Brent said pressing the mic closer to his mouth. He tumbed the red switch off to the left of his joystick, a flash of light over his visor told him the rounds had changed over. "We are on non-lethal mode."

With a soft hand he eased the TIE out of the hangar doors and let it begin to climb upwards in a near vertical ascent. "Alright, lets see what this baby can do."

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

*bishop one...clear you are on my radar, refer to me as bolt one through this course of training ok? Now then follow my lead these interceptors are touchy I heard*

She moved slolwy and carefully over a field where armor was set up to be shot at

*alright bishop one, should be easy to follow this is think...let's do a run on that transport out in the field about a meter out*

She said as she got into a path and locked on, she moved side to side as if pretending to dodge flak and small arms, she released a fury of bolts and pulled up sharp

*ack woah ow...sensitive thing*

[member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Samka Derith]

It seemed the young Knight of Ren had gone unnoticed. She stood in the far corner, clad in black as the TIEs disappeared into the distance. It seemed the squad commander [member="Sara Lee Jones"] had gone gallivanting into the skies without waiting to give her honoured guest the proper greeting, how rude.

Samka turned on her heels and marched back into the main area of the base where a collection of pilots were waiting. They were chatting amongst themselves but the conversations petered out into murmurs when they noticed company. Very unusual company. The girl, looking in her mid-teens, walked into the middle of the room, her corrupted red eyes meeting each face in turn until someone dared speak.

"Can, uh, we help you?" A young man with a mustache stepped forwards.

Samka looked him up and down before replying. "why, I am here to assist with your training of course."

More murmurings, she could sense disbelief among the group. A teenage girl, here to lecture them on combat.

Samka Derith rolled her eyes, this was how if often worked and, as she often did, she needed to exert control. She picked one, a pilot at random but one of those she could sense discontent over her appearance, and began to squeeze down on his throat. It took a moment for the others to notice anything was wrong but as the man wheezed, several of the other pilots stepped back, looking back and forth from Sam to their distressed comrade. The faces of the pilots changed from skepticism to fear. Finally she let go and the man fell spluttering to his knees.

"Do I have your attention now?" Sam asked the group, her voice raised dangerously. "We have a lot to do if I'm to whip you into shape."

[member="Brent Smith"]​

 

[Brent Smith]

"Roger, Bolt One," Brent said with a nod as he eased the TIE fighter to a lower altitude.

With a wide left bank he brought himself to follow Sara Lee at her 4 o'clock. He wished that Gates could be here as his co pilot, riding along and giving his steady, unerroring help. The astromech was an invaluable assistant on the Bishop, how much more Brent thought, would be a help here.

Brent followed Sara's lead, taking evasive action from the pretend rounds as he tapped his target lock on the transport. The targeting computer buzzed for a few seconds, calculating the complex firing variables before giving a "Clear."

Brent squeezed his trigger, sending a volley of fire at their target. When he saw Sara move, he swerved to his three o clock, spiraling in an end-over-end roll. Dizziness made his stomach quiver as he jerked the joystick back the other way, coming to a sharp correction.

"Sorry about that," he said shaking off the disorientation. "Targets say direct hit. That wound have been gone."

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]
[member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

* yea...woooo man these ties are....oh sorry admiring the fighter mhmm ok now...one sec*

She got on her comm as she listned in, apparently the ren had arrived...and was choking one of her men

*alright bishop one...ren has arrived I've gotta head back, should be some simulators you can run through kinda get the motions down, anyhow let's heaf back*

She said and headed for the landing strip, she stopped hovered and lowered down as she quickly got out, she put her helmet up and made sure her uniform was in order

* ok Sara this shouldn't be hard*

She said to herself as she approached, timing her steps carefully, she put her hands behind her back as...she looked down? They sent a girl? A young one at that? She looked to her men who were white face and shaking, she cleared her throat and face her speaking

* hello I am captain jones...your the ren I'm to meet yes?*
[member="Brent Smith"][member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

"I hear you, moving in to follow you back," Brent affirmed.

He was somewhat glad, the next time he went flying he would prefer to be with Gates, or a copilot and certainly not in a TIE fighter. They were so sensitive. While their agility and speed could be great help and keep someone alive in a dogfight, and he was sure could be the difference between hitting your target and missing, he wouldn't be signing up to pilot one any time soon.

He pulled the TIE around in a wide bank, gunning the engines to catch up with Sara Lee. When it settled in to land, he climbed out carefully and donned his trenchcoat once more, brushing it off and composing himself. There seemed to be some commotion where there was a young woman and the pilots gathered around. He made his way over, hands folded behind his back.

[member="Samka Derith"]
[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel Ren walked along the corridor. His mechanical steps clanking along the durasteel floor. He knew he had arrived late,and had silently cursed himself. He walked slowly his cape flowing,and all the while he received stares from every pilot that were rushing,or simply walking. He had been summoned to the Hanger by the leader of bolt Squadron and was wonder what it would be. He kept walking lost in thought,all the while still angry for both his incompetence and his suit.

He finally made it walking along,and he received stares from the pilots of Bolt Squadron. His mechanical breathing filling the air,he said his vocabulater filling the air with intimidation,and irritation as he spoke he said. "What are you all staring at?" He looked around and saw TIE Fighters,and Pilots dressed in there familiar uniforms. He had remembered his time as a Pilot,and both respected it,and hated it for what it made him today. He than spoke inquisitively. "Where is your captain? She was the one who summoned me." He emphasized his point by pointing his gloved forefinger out.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]
[member="Brent Smith"]
[member="Samka Derith"]

 

[Samka Derith]

"Not what you expected, Captain Jones? I rarely am," Samka rolled her eyes, the usual introduction. It would be overkill to choke the captain as well, as tempting as that was. One couldn't completely brutalise ones way to respect no matter how satisfying it may be. "I'm here to make sure you don't crack under pressure and know how to fight back once you're out of your little ships, understood?"

The young Knight began to pace back and forth as she spoke, "Do you have any combat experience at all? Fired a gun? Hand to hand?" There was a pause as she locked eyes with [member="Sara Lee Jones"]. "Killed anyone face to face? Where you can see the life leave their face? Have you ever been tortured?"

"And what of you?" Sam didn't turn around as she addressed [member="Brent Smith"] yet somehow he would get the sense that the teenager was speaking to him. "You're not a member of this squadron. Are you here as the learner or the teacher?"

She could sense [member="Kyrel Ren"] drawing closer, it seems he too had received an invitation. This could be interesting.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

*I..I mean no respect ma'am but yes ma'am*

She said as she stood at attention crispy, she looked clueless at the barrage of question and swallowed as she spoke quickly

*only combat experience is piloting ma'am, we've...covered weapons training only the basics, hand to hand...basics only*

She said and shivered as she locked eyes with the girl, she kept standimg straight as she shook her head

*no ma'am I've never done any of that, I've only killed from my tie and....I've never been tortured at all*

She turned as she saw Kyrel and called out

*sir...I am over here*





[member="Samka Derith"][member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He looked over eyeing the pilot up and down who was completely dressed in her TIE pilot garb. He was still getting stares that he had mostly ignored as he walked over to her. His mechanical heavy steps echoing on the cold Durasteel floor as he continued to a stop in front of her his breathing the only sound he made. He asked her inquisitively. "You have summoned me captain i am here. What is it that you require?" He than focused his photoreceptors on [member="Samka Derith"]. He than said in mild surprise. "Well if it isn't the young knight. It seems like your here as well."
He stood awaiting for what else was to come.


[member="Sara Lee Jones"]
[member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

Brent knew better than to underestimate anyone by now. After the things he had seen, anyone could be dangerous especially those you excepted it the least from.

This girl seemed to be one of those witch-types. The ones that could throw things with their minds, kill by looking at you, and annihilated entire planets. His jaw clenched. A sense of paranoia washed through his person and probably well deserved. There was something about someone who could do that kind of stuff that made you very very cautious. Even if you were supposedly 'On the same side.'

"Agent Smith, FOSB," he said, his words curt, measured, and emotionless. "I was sent by my handler to learn about flying and pass on my field knowledge."

Brent had been recruited from the storm trooper regulars under some very.... Unusual circumstances. The type that were more out of necessity than anything else. Still, he had seen his fair share of combat.

"I have training," he said, "And experience in hand to hand and ranged combat."

[member="Samka Derith"]
[member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Samka Derith]

"I see," Samka replied curtly. "Then I have to wonder why you've been selected, Captain. What makes you special?" The question was mostly rhetorical but she left time for the Captain to answer if she wished.

Then she spun her heels to speak with [member="Brent Smith"] and nodded approvingly. "Excellent. You may fill in the gaps I leave, the only question is where to begin," Sam pondered as another dark presence drew closer.

"Sir...I am over here."

[member="Sara Lee Jones"] called out to another of their number who had joined, one she was quite familiar with by now, [member="Kyrel Ren"].

"Well if it isn't the young Knight. It seems you're here as well."

Sam threw the elder Ren an exasperated glance. "I am. Well spotted. Have you considered a career with the Security Bureau? I'm sure Mr Smith here could use someone so perceptive."

The Knight of Ren walked to the side of the room, hands clasped behind her back. "I suppose the question is," the teenager spoke slowly, curling her fist into a ball, "Who's first?"