Ishana looked at the Air Marshal rank in her hand. It was a hard decision, stay? Go? Somewhere in between? Admittedly the Empire wasn't in dire need of her services at least not at the moment. Having come back to life the way she did, still made her head spin. All Ishana could really remember was the flash of light that had been the gravity well and her engine having a not so night date. Her wife, for all her beauty and wonder, took her out on a lovely trip where they got reacquainted but Ishana still didn't know how to get back into the saddle. The Balmorran needed space, time to herself if she were honest and so as she approached her private hangar she drew in a deep breath and exhaled. By now, her wife would be waking up and wondering just where she was.
A note would simply say, 'gone to the Outer Rim.'
Codes were still the same, but Ishana needed this and as she entered the hangar in Kaas City she flipped the lights on and laid eyes on the painted First Order TIE Fighter. The 181st. "Those were the good days," she said beneath her breath and headed in shoulders square and hair pulled back into a messy bun. She shifted the flight jacket while moving loose strands of hair out of the collar. The First Order emblem had been ripped off and replaced with her last name on the right shoulder and the left shoulder indicated her current rank. Normally Ishana would've talked about this with Kaalia, but Kaalia would've just tried to talk her out of it.
Ishana felt smothered like she was being choked and what she didn't want was a blowout. Instead, the pilot began to run preliminary checks on her ship. She waited though, she knew that Kaalia would want to see her and so she sat with the canopy open and a datapad in one hand as she ran the diagnostics.