The Arbiter
Anaxes
The sleek N-1T Interceptor sliced gracefully through the skies over Anaxes. The sprawling Republic military facility below could have been seen from well over twenty thousand kilometers in the air without even straining. The fading twilight of the evening sky reflected slightly of the polished dark-blue paint scheme.
Having only joined the Jedi Order a little under a week ago, Marcello had been definitively scarce. For the time being, he was still feeling out the people and the greater organization that they supported. Flying was one of only a precious few ways for Marcello to clear his mind. The necessity for such activities had increased as of late with the frequency of his dreams. Maybe he'd sneak in a quick workout once he landed too...
Descending through the clouds, the familiar voice of the military air controller chimed in his ear as he slipped below ten kilometers. "Echo 6, radar contact, turn left heading 340, vectors for the visual."
Depressing the communicator toggle, Marcello delivered a calm reply as he banked the spacecraft gently to the left. "Left 340, will expect visual, Echo 6." It was less than half a minute before the Jedi Master was vectored on to his final approach path and the well-illuminated airbase bobbled slightly outside the bubble canopy of his starfighter as it cut through brief, moderate turbulence.
"Echo 6 you're cleared for the visual. Transient ramp 4 Alpha."
"4 Alpha, Echo 6." The remainder of the approach was as uneventuful as the majority of the flight had been. Downward thrust from the spacecraft's repulsors kicked up a small cloud of dust as the N-1T nestled softly onto the smooth concrete ramp reserved for vessels not otherwise permanently assigned to the air base. Once all of his systems had been shut down, the Jedi Master opened the canopy and stepped onto the stairs that had been wheeled up to the cockpit.
The moment his feet found the earth, Marcello heard the unmistakeable whirring and beeping of R9 who had been curiously quiet throughout most of the flight. Walking over to the astromech, Marcello laughed slightly as he gently patted his head. "Must be getting lazy in your old age buddy. You didn't even do anything."
An irritated series of beeps touched Marcello's ears just as his dark blue eyes spotted a...familiar figure. While he did not immediately recall the woman's name, he recognized her appearance from several years ago. The memory had only lingered because they'd nearly killed each other when they were supposed to be 'helping' some of the more novice fighters. "I'll catch up with you later buddy," Marcello absentmindedly proclaimed as he began to walk away from the droid.
@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]
The sleek N-1T Interceptor sliced gracefully through the skies over Anaxes. The sprawling Republic military facility below could have been seen from well over twenty thousand kilometers in the air without even straining. The fading twilight of the evening sky reflected slightly of the polished dark-blue paint scheme.
Having only joined the Jedi Order a little under a week ago, Marcello had been definitively scarce. For the time being, he was still feeling out the people and the greater organization that they supported. Flying was one of only a precious few ways for Marcello to clear his mind. The necessity for such activities had increased as of late with the frequency of his dreams. Maybe he'd sneak in a quick workout once he landed too...
Descending through the clouds, the familiar voice of the military air controller chimed in his ear as he slipped below ten kilometers. "Echo 6, radar contact, turn left heading 340, vectors for the visual."
Depressing the communicator toggle, Marcello delivered a calm reply as he banked the spacecraft gently to the left. "Left 340, will expect visual, Echo 6." It was less than half a minute before the Jedi Master was vectored on to his final approach path and the well-illuminated airbase bobbled slightly outside the bubble canopy of his starfighter as it cut through brief, moderate turbulence.
"Echo 6 you're cleared for the visual. Transient ramp 4 Alpha."
"4 Alpha, Echo 6." The remainder of the approach was as uneventuful as the majority of the flight had been. Downward thrust from the spacecraft's repulsors kicked up a small cloud of dust as the N-1T nestled softly onto the smooth concrete ramp reserved for vessels not otherwise permanently assigned to the air base. Once all of his systems had been shut down, the Jedi Master opened the canopy and stepped onto the stairs that had been wheeled up to the cockpit.
The moment his feet found the earth, Marcello heard the unmistakeable whirring and beeping of R9 who had been curiously quiet throughout most of the flight. Walking over to the astromech, Marcello laughed slightly as he gently patted his head. "Must be getting lazy in your old age buddy. You didn't even do anything."
An irritated series of beeps touched Marcello's ears just as his dark blue eyes spotted a...familiar figure. While he did not immediately recall the woman's name, he recognized her appearance from several years ago. The memory had only lingered because they'd nearly killed each other when they were supposed to be 'helping' some of the more novice fighters. "I'll catch up with you later buddy," Marcello absentmindedly proclaimed as he began to walk away from the droid.
@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]