Inside and Out | TGR| Blazing Angels

[Amz]

There was some importance of spending social time with the people you'd be flying with, and Jamie understood that pilots needed those bonds; still, there was a level of uncertainty and nervousness as she headed for the rec room that followed a posting for all of the Angels to assemble for a meet and greet.

Get a grip, Jamie. It's not like you won't survive. This is a good thing.

The woman sighed noisily, her thoughts occupying her mind during the silence. It was only recently that she and her wingmate, [member="Tadel Perris"], had transferred to a new Squadron. Jamie would be lying if she didn't admit that the change was a smidgen of difficult. But that's what this whole meet n' greet was about, getting acquainted and such. Jamie knew she could at least expect some banter over a few mugs of lum, certain traditions and habits just seemed to be bred into a pilot.

As she walked, Rusty, an orange and white banged up R2 unit, was rolling beside her and chirping with excitement. She was glad to have been given the OK to pull him along with her; between both Tadel and Rusty, there was enough familiarity to feel assured.

"Hey, Rusty... let's make a good impression. Don't go off and try to pull any pranks today."

The droid blattered, making a smile appear on the pilots face. "Don't be coy with me. I know that incident with Gadget was your doing."

Rusty chirped again in annoyance, but fell silent and rolled along as she strode into the large rec room.

There was only one other pilot so far, and Jamie didn't wait to approach. "Tadel...hey. Here already, hm? I guess I shouldn't be surprised." She restrained herself from a greeting that seemed to just come naturally now, biting her lip, with a touch of heat in her gaze as she lifted her eyes to look at him, smiling a little. Instead, her slender fingers slid between his, giving his hand a soft squeeze and letting go again. "Things will probably start kicking off here pretty soon. Have you had a chance to meet any of the other pilots yet?"

 

[Beowoof]

Angel Leader was busy being Angel Leader. That is, she was hanging those stupid warning posters to replace the out-of-date ones--which happened to be completely identical in every way, save the date of effect--and hauling in supplies and treats from home for her wingmen. She wrinkled her nose as she peeked in some of the boxes, the unfamiliar smells of specialty foods from all around the galaxy making her feel a little noxious. There were cookies, candy bars, model starship kits, Playhutt Magazine subscription datachips, some amoebic dessert she did not really want to think about, and a brand new datapad in one of them. Her own box was rather empty in comparison, but that was to be expected with her family having eternal financial issues and still paying off the hospital bills for Big Bro's near-fatal accident.

Trailing behind her on the mechanical hum of 'his' wheels, Wheezer whistled in check with every task completed, marking things off as they went along. Soon they were in the rec room, which marked the end of their little march down the halls. The twi'lek dumped the remaining care packages onto one of the sofas and proceeded to hang up her emblem-laden bomber jacket, shedding to just her black pants and tank top.

Sressechka was one of the smaller pilots here, and sometimes she felt like that had an effect on initial assumptions. Height did not usually matter in starfighters, but there was just some natural perception that most people had about stature equating with leadership potential. To be honest, she was still unsure about whether she had command qualities herself. She was likely the best pilot on the team--if one were judging by flying ability--but being a leader meant more than just having her barnstorming background.

Maybe someone else would step up to the plate and show her up. And she was fine with that. As long as she got her paycheck, her pride, and a little bit of credit when credit was due, Sressi would be cool with it all. She was a starfighter pilot--one of the best--and that was all that mattered.

"Hey," she greeted to the early arrivers, a couple of humans. (Emphasis on 'couple', from what she could tell.) A small wave of her blue palm was accompanied by a reserved smile. "You mates the new Angels?"

[member="Aqulia Audax], [member="Tadel Perris"], [member="Jamie El-Eison"], [member="Braha Saca"], [member="Roth Tillian"], [member="Victoria Undomiél"], [member="Larana Holst"], [member="Ul'Rikk Petraa"]

 

[Roth Tillian]

Roth swaggered through the hallways and into the rec room. Apparently some new flyers had just transferred in. It'd be interesting to see who he'd be flying with. Not that he'd actually met many of the other ones yet either, not with having to stop by at the Jedi temple first and then heading over here.

It was a wierd place, that temple. Felt far too much like a government office building. All formal like and Jedi uniforms, which looked pretty bizarre to him. They stuck out like a sore thumb everywhere else. Well, except for some outer rim worlds where everyone dressed like that. But those planets were sketchy. They almost felt like home. More than this place, at least. Republic military uniforms were horrible. No way to armor them up for hidden protection either.

But so be it. Once things were taken care of he could return to the Outer Rim and get back to work. He glanced in at the doorway. The woman he didn't know must be one of the new pilots and he recognized [member="Sressechka"] as squadron leader. Roth stepped inside.

"Howdy, boss. Looks like more care packages arrived?"

Not that any would be his. He'd been away from home for a long time. And as a Jensaarai, he was expected to keep connections between him and home as discreet as possible. No mailing addresses here on the far side of the galaxy.

[member="Jamie El-Eison"]

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

The military life had been one he'd always known. Having lost his mother at a very young age, the younger Perris grew up wherever his father had been posted. He grew up around fighter pilots, x-wings, and various other craft, and with all of that came deep familiarity with the lifestyle of a naval pilot - that is, he wasted little time in getting from point A to point B. So yes, he was already here in the rec room, and his eyes had went right to one [member="Jamie El-Eison"] and her R2 droid, Rusty the moment they'd entered the room and he pushed away from a foozball table to approach her, curling his fingers around hers, 'No, not yet,' he'd answered, feeling her fingers slip away.

This was how it was, just the little things, and very little outside of that in the company of their squadmates and superiors. That was the way it had always been, keeping what was between them largely separate from their work. No sooner had he denied meeting any of the other pilots did one approach and greet them. 'Yeah, transfers. Lieutenants Perris and El-Eison,' he replied to the blue-hued twi'lek, first waving along with his reply, then coming closer to proffer that same hand for a shake, 'Good to be here.'

Closer to home. Maybe they'd be able to snag some time with his father, at some point, assuming their schedules didn't conflict too terribly.

[member="Roth Tillian "]| [member="Sressechka"] | [member="Aqulia Audax"] | [member="Ric Ardellian"] | [member="Braha Saca"] | [member="Victoria Undomiél"] | [member="Larana Holst"] | [member="Ul'Rikk Petraa"]​

 

[Judah Lesan]

A meet and greet and Ric was already late to it. Why? Lieutenant Marsh that's why. Ric had met her bar hopping with a friend of his and the two had been doing this on again off again meeting of mutual needs sex thing. Marsh decided she needed, and surprised him at the barracks in a little something which was clearly to small for her. She sure knew how to make a man happy, so Ric didn't mind the surprise one bit. It just meant he was running to the meat and greet later than he wanted, and with his hair still damp from a fresh shower.

Frack it came the initial thought as he arrived to the hall where everyone was supposed to gather. He wasn't going to be the only one late, and he knew it. This was an after duty, get there when you can thing. The thing was, he was new. Good first impressions were hard, and he wasn't sure he was ready for his reputation as typical navy flyboy to be what people saw of him yet. Who was he kidding. He'd already done half the women on the mechanic crew for the "Angels." Yup, Ric was at his best.

"Oh good, you guys are here," he said to [member="Jamie El-Eison"] and [member="Tadel Perris"] when he saw them.

Everyone else was new, and he hadn't met a soul yet. He wasn't shy though so he stuck his hand out to the man.

"Ric Ardellian, callsign, Trix," he said then looked to the CO. "You can call me Ricky," he added with a wink.

[member="Roth Tillian "][member="Sressechka"]

 

[Amz]

"At your service and pleasure." Added Jamie with a pert smile toward Sressechka. She was just about ready to greet the other pilot, and then another face appeared, one that was well known from their last Squadron. A brow arched delicately towards Ric and she wrinkled her nose at him, "Nice for you to finally join us," She quickly tagged on, "Details aren't necessary." to the end of that sentence. Ric was that 'touch and go' sort of guy, an effervescent, wise-cracking scoundrel, and sometimes about as pleasant as a Trandoshin on spice. But he had some charm, in his own...Corellian-like way. All discrepancies aside, Thumper belonged here as much as Jamie and Tadel.







Roth Tillian | Sressechka | Aqulia Audax | Ric Ardellian | Braha Saca | Victoria Undomiél | Larana Holst | Ul'Rikk Petraa | [member="Tadel Perris"]

 

[Braha Saca]

"[member="Sressechka"], How has your day been so far?" Braha asked scanning the room to take a good look at his fellow pilots. He had quite a bit of experience with starship piloting, and was ready to try out the newest addition to the X-Wing family.Looking at the pilots that had assembled so far, he didn't expect too much competition, but to make a proper assessment, he would have to see the squad in action.

 

[Beowoof]

"Yeah, new packages and everything. I hope yours isn't the one that smells rotten." The twi'lek gave an exaggerated look of dread at Tillian, making it a bit clear that whatever was in that one package she had sniffed did not exude the most pleasant of aromas.

"I'm Captain Sressechka--officially. But you can call me Sressi or 'Blue'. No last name, so no worries." She accepted the hand offered by Lieutenant Perris and nodded to Lieutenant El-Eison before jerking her head to face the new arrivals--the rather boisterous one, in particular. He had that 'top gun' look all about him, and it was quite apparent that he was 'top gun' somewhere outside the cockpit as well. These types bring both good and bad properties to a squadron. Sressechka would know, still a bit of a hotshot in her own right. "Trix it is.

"Good to have you mates around. We're kind of a small deal as things are running so far." She rolled her shoulders back and angled her neck, eliminating a bit of tension in her muscles and tendons. "It's always a good day when I've got new pilots, though." Not that she enjoyed the circumstances that mandated new blood join up. Friends came and went--some permanently.

[member="Jamie El-Eison"], [member="Roth Tillian"], [member="Tadel Perris"], [member="Ric Ardellian"], [member="Braha Saca"], [member="Lugus Porkins"], [member="Keanu Shan"], [member="Tela Uolmi"], [member="Aqulia Audax"]

PS Roth, you really need to ask to have that extra space removed at the end of your account name.

 

[Roth Tillian]

Roth nodded and tipped his head to the others as they entered, taking account of their names and such. Lots of new people. By the looks of it, quite a few egotistical fighter jocks as well. Figures. Likes tended to stick to like after all, and he used to be that way until things went South and he ended up getting it beat out of him.

He glanced over at the offensive package and shook his heads, holding his hands up resignation, "My folks don't send me stuff. So it's not mine. Might be a different squadron's."

He grabbed a drink from the storage and tossed himself sideways onto a couch, kicking his feet up on the armrest as well.

"So, any of you do any freight hauling on the outer rim?"

 

[Braha Saca]

" [member="Roth Tillian"] I have looked into that work, and it pays fairly good, but I haven't gotten a chance at a decent job yet." He paused to think about the man. "You seem like the kind of person that knows a few tricks." Braha finished, then sat down at the table across from the man. "We should buy a drink and chat about work sometime."