Faction PCS after TDY (High Republic Introduction Thread)

[Daniel Washburne]

Two days. It'd taken two days for the orders to come thru from RNDFSC HQ after his "near fatal accident." Immediate reassignment, Theed, Bravo Squadron. Daniel had grinned almost as wide as when he'd gained Republic Citizenship. During a routine patrol his N-1 had decided to stop working and only decided to cut back on, at the last moment, because of a random sequence of buttons and switch flips that Daniel had done as the ship had plummeted towards the rolling plains of Naboo. Command had been impressed enough with his ability to not die when that close to the ground and had apparently deemed him a very good lad. It took Daniel hardly anytime at all to pack his possessions and board a transport to his new duty station. The trip was uneventful, the passenger bay of the gray transport empty besides a pair of odd looking gungans who kept whispering about a protocol droid that made it's way back and forth, muttering to itself about something, the most that a droid could acheive such a thing.

Daniel slept a dreamless sleep on the short, few hour trip. He was thankful for that. The base of his elbow ached at the mechanical joint as he flexed the arm's hand and mechanical fingers. Could use a tune up. The gungans and droid had left, somewhere between the outpost and Theed, oddly enough. He yawned and stretched like a cat before taking his ruck and throwing it onto his back, strolling out into the hangar bay that held somewhere within, his new Squadron mates and various other High Republic personnel milling about.

Daniel made his way across the hangar, his human and robotic eye excitedly taking in the advanced N-1s that sat in their bays and the flurry of activity in the hangar itself.

 

[Rowan Ee'everwest]

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Rowan stood near the edge of the hangar platform, arms crossed behind his back, every inch the portrait of a man molded by ceremonial steel and unyielding purpose. The polished maroon of his naval officer's uniform caught the early sun filtering in through the transpara-steel panes, his posture straight enough to shame a statue. From a distance, he looked like someone you'd find carved into a memorial stone: jaw set, features sharp, eyes unblinking. Closer inspection revealed motion beneath the mask, a subtle twitch in the jawline, a glance that lingered too long on the departing transport, like he was watching ghosts disembark.

He watched the new arrival with clinical detachment. A pilot. Unmistakable gait. You don't get that kind of stroll from civilian life. Confident, maybe too confident. Rowan watched the rucksack bounce on the man's back like it hadn't been packed with any sense of dread. A minor miracle, really.

He stepped forward just as the newcomer paused beneath the landing lights, caught in their artificial glow.

"You're Daniel."

It wasn't a question. It landed like a fact dropped from a high altitude.

Rowan's voice was quiet, low, not loud enough to command a room, but sharp enough to slice through it. He glanced once at the metal glint of Daniel's arm, then at the eyes, one of them mechanical. His own eyes didn't flinch.

"Commander Rowan Ee'everwest. You're with Bravo now. Come."

He turned crisply, the way you only can after years of schooling under officers who measured worth in millimeters. But he slowed after two steps, not enough to be obvious, just enough for Daniel to catch up, if he wanted to.

"I've read your report," Rowan added, still not looking at him. "Interesting flying. Reckless, but, statistically improbable in a way that Command interprets as 'heroic.' You'll fit right in with Bravo." A pause. "That wasn't a compliment."

Rowan's lips twitched, not quite a smile.

Daniel Washburne
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[Yasima Zyntra]

Location: Incoming to the hangars
Gear: Yasima's Embrace, Knife made by father, standard gear
Tag: Daniel Washburne . Rowan Ee'everwest

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"Tower this is padawan Zyntra coming in hot with damaged engines request a net." No response again. She looked at her wingmen over the smoking starboard engines of her N-1, she had a short range comm with him but it was a walkie talkie, by the time she was within range of anyone on the ground it would be too late.

"Can you call me in, I cant get the tower. she radioed to him.

"This is Copper-2, Padawan Yasima hit a navigation bouy and is damaged, she is coming in fast."

"Woah! I got shot at by pirates!"

"Yeah I know. They're big enough that you think she might spot them. Would you mind catching her? Out."

Yasima stuck her finger up at the other pilot through the cockpit glass but was still glad he could call her in. Her fighter began to shake as she lost altitude and her wingman pulled up to go around and give her space to crash land. Daniel Washburne and Rowan Ee'everwest would hear sirens blare and see the the smoking little yellow ship come in way too fast, bounce once, twice, and then hit the emergency net half way down the hangar. Fire suppressant foam coated the ship and that was that. The cockpit hissed and out stepped the sixteen year old, dropping her helmet on her seat and then using one of the recovery droids to step down onto the hangar floor. Her neck, back and leg ached but she felt in her heart that she was OK, also there was people here so she toughed it out and walked over. "Hey guys... I nailed that one didnt I? Where do I put my name down for landing of the week?" her joke was punctuated by the noise of one of her engines falling off and hitting the floor.

She had signed up previously for some advanced fighter pilot lessons as she hoped to become a Jedi Ace, and Everest was apparently one to show her the ropes, she hoped this wasn't bad timing.

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[Daniel Washburne]

"Sir." Daniel said as the man approached, giving an appropriate salute to the Commander before almost jumping to join him along his quick paced stride. He listened to Ee'everwest as they walked, grinning at what he perceived as a compliment, though the officer insisted otherwise. Definitely a good sign, sounded like the others in Bravo were of a similar ilk to him. He wondered if any had as..... colorful of a background. It was good to be in a unit like this, he could finally help the Republic to the best of his abilities, with the newest of spacecraft.

"Thank you sir, it definitely was one of my clo----" His reply was interuppted by the sound of klaxons and the scream of a smoking N-1 breaching the sound barrier. Daniel saw yellow out of his left peripheral as the starfighter slammed violently into the safety net, with the automatic safety systems rushing to put out the fire. The pilot of the craft exited, seemingly unharmed and commented on the landing.

"That was a pretty good crash." He said to Rowan Ee'everwest as the Jedi walked off the crash. "Is she in Bravo as well?"

Yasima Zyntra

 

[Rowan Ee'everwest]

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Rowan didn't flinch at the impact, but the muscle just under his left eye betrayed him with a twitch so precise it could've been clocked by a metronome. The emergency klaxons warbled their shrill warning into the hangar, echoing through the vaulted ceilings like some shrieking chorus of disappointed ancestors. The N-1 came in like a comet trying to retire early, too fast, too low, belching smoke and bad decisions. It hit the deck with the grace of a drunk nexu and ricocheted twice before slamming into the emergency netting. Fire suppressant foam burst out like applause from a particularly disapproving audience.

Rowan sighed. Not loudly, but with the intensity of a man internally filing paperwork.

"Bravo's pilots usually prefer to land their ships," he muttered, deadpan, to Daniel. "Not re-enact small-scale bombardments of their own hangar."

He didn't stop walking, just subtly altered course. Daniel stayed beside him, still half-smiling, as if this kind of spectacle was somehow endearing.

Rowan didn't share the sentiment.

"She's not Bravo," he said, voice sharpening like the edge of a blade pulled halfway from its sheath. "Just a Padawan who confused flying with falling. Very stylishly."

They approached the downed ship just as the girl hopped down with all the poise of someone who should be rattled but was choosing not to be. Foam clung to the fuselage like the hangar itself was trying to erase the mistake. Rowan stood there a moment, hands behind his back, eyes cold and steady.

Then he spoke.

"Padawan Zyntra."

No raised voice. No anger. Just the slow, surgical disappointment of a man who had made his peace with war, but not with wasted credits.

"That net you tore through costs 74,000 credits. Each fire suppressant cartridge, twelve thousand. That entire hangar bay," he gestured vaguely to the space still fogged with chemical mist, "now needs to be recalibrated for hazardous containment due to your atmospheric leak. Do you know how many hours of flight time you just grounded?"

His tone didn't shift, no cruelty, just consequences laid out like gravestones.

"If your goal was to demonstrate that you are not yet fit for combat deployment, congratulations. You've made a persuasive case."

He turned slightly, gesturing for Daniel to hold position. Then, to Yasima again: "You'll accompany me to the lounge. We'll discuss how Jedi Aces are expected to operate, and how they are not. Understood? Daniel I'll show you where you can settle in."

He didn't wait for an answer. He simply turned and walked, knowing full well the gravity of his presence did the rest.

Yasima Zyntra | Daniel Washburne
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[Yasima Zyntra]

Location: Incoming to the hangars
Gear: Yasima's Embrace, Knife made by father, standard gear
Tag: Daniel Washburne Rowan Ee'everwest

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Yasima raised her eyebrow and felt a little bit of anger welling up inside as the commander chastised her for not just jamming the ship into a mountain or something. "Isn't that what that stuff is for though? I literally got shot down? No sympathy at all?" she snapped her head round at her wingman who was now getting out of his perfectly landed N-1 now her anger was up, his little joke with flight control had the Commander think this was her fault when it was probably her quick thinking to ditch the fuel tanks that stopped her fighter being a complete loss.

She turned to Daniel Washburne "Hi, I'm Yaz, and despit appearances, that was not my fault." she said as way on introduction and also to reinforce her point to the commander. "OW!" she yelped as a medical droid suprised her and injected bacta into her lower back.

"Scans indicate a compression fracture of your L3. This should resolve that. Also I shall administer pain relief in 3..2..1.."

"ow!... thanks I guess." the droid turned and went away again.

"Are you here for training too?"
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