Phaedra "Killshot" Dengo
They call me Killshot for a reason, boys.
Killshot, a woman of few words except for those that mattered, sat at the bar inside of the pilot's cantina nursing a scotch on the rocks. She rotated the glass in the air, holding it with her fingers from above, and studied the cubes of ice as they moved with the momentum of the scotch that they floated in. While some might assume that this was just the actions of a drunk woman; it couldn't be further from the truth. In Killshot's mind, those cubes of ice were TIE's navigating not through space, but through water. Unlike the calmness of space; water was thicker and turbulent. It provided a challenge to navigate for even the most seasoned of pilots; let alone while in pursuit of an enemy.
Always the type of pilot to keep her skills sharp, it was within these downtime moments that she would come up with practice scenarios for both her and Roundhouse to compete in.
Ever since her youth at the start of her training, Roundhouse has always been there. At first she regarded him as nothing more than a Nepo-baby. And she treated him as such. But then as the years progressed she saw him for what he had set out to be; a good pilot. Flying a TIE wasn't easy, no matter which version of it one flew. And his skills were almost as natural as hers. Almost. The competition amongst the two was the basis of their odd friendship, and yet she felt more confident in a mission if he was amongst her squadron. At least then someone besides herself knew what they were doing.
Killshot took a sip of her scotch, waiting for Roundhouse to finally show up. He was a little behind schedule in her opinion. Showing up on time in her mind made one late. It was always better to be somewhere earlier than expected. Roundhouse knew that about her, and she was sure that he enjoyed the reprimanding looks that she always gave him when he'd arrive on time. It was a part of their routine. Keeping to a routine was comforting for her.
She just couldn't wait to tell him about this next skilltest challenge that she's cooked up for them both. It was sure to provide a perfect test of their skills in different environments. That in and of itself brought a rare smile to her otherwise stern face.
Tag:
Strath Lorcas
Always the type of pilot to keep her skills sharp, it was within these downtime moments that she would come up with practice scenarios for both her and Roundhouse to compete in.
Ever since her youth at the start of her training, Roundhouse has always been there. At first she regarded him as nothing more than a Nepo-baby. And she treated him as such. But then as the years progressed she saw him for what he had set out to be; a good pilot. Flying a TIE wasn't easy, no matter which version of it one flew. And his skills were almost as natural as hers. Almost. The competition amongst the two was the basis of their odd friendship, and yet she felt more confident in a mission if he was amongst her squadron. At least then someone besides herself knew what they were doing.
Killshot took a sip of her scotch, waiting for Roundhouse to finally show up. He was a little behind schedule in her opinion. Showing up on time in her mind made one late. It was always better to be somewhere earlier than expected. Roundhouse knew that about her, and she was sure that he enjoyed the reprimanding looks that she always gave him when he'd arrive on time. It was a part of their routine. Keeping to a routine was comforting for her.
She just couldn't wait to tell him about this next skilltest challenge that she's cooked up for them both. It was sure to provide a perfect test of their skills in different environments. That in and of itself brought a rare smile to her otherwise stern face.
Tag:
Strath Lorcas