Asmus Janes
Trouble
“Yeah, they make those particle gatling guns they put on the D-Wings and K-Wings,” Asmus replied. Just the thought of those D-Wings cutting across the bow of a cruiser and leaving great gouges in the hull made him think fondly of them. He'd even done some procurement work in his down time. He decided to tell her that.
“I was actually a test pilot on the D-Wing programme when I was based out of Sullust for a while. A few years…”
About the time Max was graduating from the academy. A tight knot started to form at the back of his throat but he forced it back down. He focussed on the hope that the ache in his legs were fall to the background as they covered more distance.
“Want to stop and check the maps?” He asked.
“I was actually a test pilot on the D-Wing programme when I was based out of Sullust for a while. A few years…”
About the time Max was graduating from the academy. A tight knot started to form at the back of his throat but he forced it back down. He focussed on the hope that the ache in his legs were fall to the background as they covered more distance.
“Want to stop and check the maps?” He asked.