Private Time for... us... to flyyyyyy

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #05112026
Location: – Naboo Jedi Temple Landing Pad (ugh)
Assigned Craft: Normally My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Bugged
Background Noise: I can never hear anything over the spherical Diva.

I swear. I don’t know how many favors I could owe Connel, but he keeps calling them in. I need to keep better track of them.

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: Understatement of the millennium.]

Rude… I just don’t understand why he wants me to inspect his “"Jedi Defender" Corvette“ I mean, he taught ME how to fix the thing.

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: I’d say he appreciates your smarts but...]

… oh shut up, BRED. Anyway I’m going over this thing and there’s nothing to fix, this puppy is as airworthy as it gets. What gives?

“Chrrp.” [Translation: Sound like your imaginary girlfriend.]

– Michael A.
She’s not imaginary!

TAG: Cerys Dyn

This is where he is speaking

 

[Cerys Dyn]

There were certain things that Cerys had learned when she was on her little jaunty, food deprived, bungling runaway from the Jedi Order. The primary lesson was that she really needed to learn to fly and get her own ship. With those two things in place, it would have been a whole lot easier to maintain her "run away" status. It would have sure beat working small jobs to save up for public transport.

"Are you the pilot assigned to give me lessons?" Cerys said, arms crossed in her normal preset defiance.

She recognised him, from her early days in the Republic's Jedi Order. Back then he had a way of...not being a great Jedi. Hopefully, he was a better pilot.

Michael Angellus​

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #05112026
Location: – Naboo Jedi Temple Landing Pad (ugh)
Assigned Craft: Normally My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Bugged
Background Noise: I can never hear anything over the spherical Diva.

I’m gonna kill him.

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: What are you talking about? .]

Connel! I’m not going to call him what he is because that disrespects Auntie Chrysa! That jerk set me up!

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: You’re more paranoid than HE is!]

Am I? He KNOWS I don’t want to be back here. He KNOWS I don't want to stay and he does THIS? “Fix” a working ship?

“Chrrp.” [Translation: I remember her. Think about that. Have you actually stopped all of your crazy ramblings to think about this? That maybe, JUST MAYBE, he might want you to make a friend outside the cockpit?]

I have friends! I have Striker Squadron! I have …

“Woop-bweep.” [Translation: Who else? Go ahead, I’ll wait..]

Stangit.

I remember you. Dyn right?

– Michael A.
This is going to be… interesting.

TAG: Cerys Dyn

This is where he is speaking

 

[Cerys Dyn]

Cerys had come to stop, one had on her hip. She looked at the pilot, gave him a once over, and replied. "Yup. That's me."

Her head moved to point briefly towards the nearby ship. "Are we flying that thing?"

Michael Angellus​

 

[Michael Angellus]

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EPISODE – Entry # 1 (No! Not some “Phantom Menace!)
Location: – In front of Connel’s Defender
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Mad at Connel for setting my butt up
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.

Yeah, their huge for just one person, but if you got an astromech, or know your way around a computer, you’ll be good.
“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: Great! We’re gonna die… and you can’t even teach the girl right.]

Michael just looked off at the loading ramp where BB-430 “BRED” his astromech droid had just rolled up. Why don’t you try and be nice for once!

SCENE- Later in the day. Michael and BRED are sitting in the common area of the ship facing a holocamera, and Michael looks at BRED. Okay, I have to admit, that “not in my programming” line was really funny.
“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: See? You just have to understand my comedic genius!]

As well as humility.

Michael just rolled his eyes at BRED and waved for Cerys to follow. Don’t mind him, he lost a fight with a toaster. Anyway, you should NEVER fully trust a ground crew. Every one is GREAT, don’t get me wrong, but if YOU fly something, YOU should know everything is good or bad, if that makes sense. So let’s take a “pre-flight walk”.

Walking around, showing her what to check and what she can “not worry about” when it comes to general ship systems, he pointed out what is most important when it comes to the Defender Corvette. One thing different about these, compared to other ships… like an X-wing for example… most ships have repulsor engines that are connected to each other. “Defenders” are independent… so you have to check each one. A little tedious… but meh.

CUTTO SCENE- Same scene later in the day. Michael and BRED are sitting in the common area of the ship facing a holocamera, this time it’s BRED that looks at Michael. “Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: “Meh”?]

What? I hate this ship.
“Weep-boop.” [Translation: You are such a dork… don’t let Connel hear you say that..]

Don’t hesitate to let me know if I’m going too fast. I tend to ramble… want to check out inside? How are you doing by the way?

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CUTTO SCENE- This is where he is speaking in a different setting, as if recapping what he had just seen on a holovid
“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: .]

 

[Cerys Dyn]

Arms folded behind her back, Cerys meandered around with Michael doing the ship inspection. "You are perfectly fine," Cerys nodded. She had picked up some clues as to how all of this worked over the years, but it was more abstract and less certain than it should be.

"Are there any quick tips you can offer as to what to look out for if the repulsors are definitely bad? I assume that one faulty repulsor will not a death dive make...but multiple would be a serious issue?"

She cast her eye towards the droid. It seemed to have sass. Cerys immediately felt an affinity for the robotic lifeform. "You keeping this fly boy in line, little guy?"

Michael Angellus​

 

[Michael Angellus]

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EPISODE – Entry # 1 (No! Not some “Phantom Menace!)
Location: – In front of Connel’s Defender
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Mad at Connel for setting my butt up
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.

Good, she was paying attention, and taking it all in. It was a good question about the repulsor lifts, a couple of them actually. I’m glad you asked. Visually, see those lights there? He asked, pointing at the underside of the Defender’s hull at each of the repulsorlift housings. On most repulsorlifts, there are status lights, even when the engines are shut down. If they’re out, the lifts have a problem. Now THESE go a step further… and simple… green light good, red light bad. Now more often than not in most classes, ships can fly with half their complement. The Defender here? As long as you have two, you can land safely. They’re more for handling and landing. Now in the air once you get going, you’ll get a warning light on your status bar for each. I’ll show you that in a minute…

Wooo-beep

Michael just looked at him, then shook his head and went back to what he was doing. Then when she played up to the droid’s ego, Bred rolled up the loading ramp and chittered laughing.

CUTTO SCENE - Same scene later in the day. Michael and BRED are sitting in the common area of the ship facing a holocamera, this time it’s BRED that looks at Michael. Wooo-beep

Oh shut up.

Weep-boop

Anyway… I showed you warnings visually… you can also feel escaping air always coming from the vents. That is for circulation. Now if you hear the sound of Temple doors opening and closing here? That’s a bad thing. You need to replace them now.

Here and there he showed her a few more things for pre-flight, boring and tedious, but necessary if they would be safe. Now it was time to head up into the ship. He showed her where the engine room was, explaining the basics as BRED was FORTUNATELY busy working on something else, and then the airlocks before heading to the bridge. Time for fun, have a seat in the co-pilot’s seat while I slave the systems so you can see what I’m doing while I talk....

Wooo-beep BRED could be heard from the engine room.

Focus on you! Back to Cerys. Anyway, everything I do will show up on your screens and flashing lights, you’ll even see the controls move by themselves. Feel free and hold onto them.

TAG: Cerys Dyn

CUTTO SCENE - This is where he is speaking in a different setting, as if recapping what he had just seen on a holovid
Wooo-beep

 

[Cerys Dyn]

Cerys settled into the co-pilot's seat with a measured sort of caution, eyes moving across the displays and controls. There were far more of them than seemed necessary. Some blinked. Some flashed. Some appeared to exist solely to inform the pilot that another light elsewhere was functioning correctly.

Pilots were a strange breed.

Her fingers hovered over the controls as Michael demonstrated the systems. She obeyed his instruction and lightly rested her hands on them, watching as switches moved seemingly of their own accord. It was admittedly useful seeing everything mirrored in front of her rather than simply hearing about it.

From somewhere deeper in the ship came BRED's latest interruption.

Cerys' montrals twitched.

"I am beginning to understand your concerns," she observed dryly. "The droid appears to believe it is the instructor."

Her attention returned immediately to the displays. Unlike Michael, she wasn't interested in filling silence. The quiet stretched comfortably as she studied the status indicators appearing across her console.

Eventually, she pointed toward one of the warning displays.

"If something does go wrong while airborne, what is the first thing a pilot should focus on?" she asked. "Not the procedure. The priority. Every discipline has one."

A Jedi protected civilians. A healer stabilised the patient.

"When a ship begins failing, what is the first thing you think about?"

Michael Angellus ​

 

[Michael Angellus]

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EPISODE – Entry # 1 (No! Not some “Phantom Menace!)
Location: – In front of Connel’s Defender
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Mad at Connel for setting my butt up
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.

Michael smirked as he recognized the look on the girl’s face as she followed along with what she was doing. Sure, she seemed to get it all and was following along fine, but she had a look like it was all a bit much. All seems a bit redundant, doesn’t it? He asked, engaging the repulsorlifts. These were designed to teach how to fly by showing every known configuration and poiss… I’m rambling..
Wooo-beep

Michael just looked at him, then shook his head and went back to what he was doing.

CUTTO SCENE - Same scene later in the day. Michael and BRED are sitting in the common area of the ship facing a holocamera, this time it’s BRED that looks at Michael. Wooo-beep


I actually agree with you.

Weep-boop

BRED is just programmed without any compassion… unless it’s for himself.

Soon they were safely in the air, it was a slow procedure, mainly because he HATES “Defenders” but also he was more about efficiency than teaching. Then she had a question he was not surprised about.
Wooo-beep BRED could be heard from the engine room. Michael flipped off a system that set off an alarm. Cerys would see that it was a non-critical system.

That should keep him busy.

He listened to her question about what to do if something went wrong. It was a simple answer “Don’t crash?” However he did not want to give her an aneurism. Really it depends on if you are in atmo, “atmosphere”, or space. Atmosphere, your first priority is making sure you can still fly, if not, land safely and quickly. If you’re in Zero-G, your first responsibility is making sure you life support is working.

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CUTTO SCENE - This is where he is speaking in a different setting, as if recapping what he had just seen on a holovid
Wooo-beep

 

[Cerys Dyn]

Cerys watched the displays carefully as the ship rose into the air. Her attention remained fixed on the instruments, though she noted the sudden cessation of BRED's commentary with mild curiosity. She decided not to ask.

The answer she received earned a slow nod.

"I see."

It was not the answer she had expected. She had anticipated something more technical. Engines. Power distribution. Navigation. Instead, Michael's priorities had begun with survival.

That seemed sensible.

Her gaze shifted briefly to one of the warning indicators before returning to the forward viewport.

"In atmosphere, maintain control of the aircraft. In space, maintain life support," she repeated, committing the principle to memory. "Simple enough."

The Togruta folded her hands neatly in her lap.

"How do you determine which warnings require immediate action?" she asked. "Every alarm sounds urgent to someone unfamiliar with the vessel."

Her eyes moved across the console again. There seemed to be an endless number of indicators, status reports, and flashing lights.

"You disabled one of them without hesitation. That suggests experience matters as much as procedure.Is that knowledge acquired primarily through flight hours, or through mechanical familiarity with a specific ship?"

Michael Angellus​

 

[Michael Angellus]

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EPISODE – Entry # 1 (No! Not some “Phantom Menace!)
Location: – In front of Connel’s Defender
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Mad at Connel for setting my butt up
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.

Michael Angellus was a dork. No two ways of putting it. He was young, exuberant and often worrisome of saying the wrong thing, not him, other people worried he did. Perhaps that was why he was not often given heavy responsibility or in many social situations. He just came off as “annoying” or “weird”. Only when in a cockpit could he be looked to with any real reverence.

He was literally born for this.

She seemed to be taking it all in, but had the personality of a rock. That was her though, from what he had remembered. She took everything in, but a part of it seemed to be bringing out more questions. I mean, I could show you exactly which systems, and which power outputs to pay most attention to but I don’t want to overload you. Ultimately though, yeah… get safely to the ground in atmosphere… in space make sure you can breathe first. He said laughing.

Pointing to the stick. If you want to give it a try, feel free and take the stick, I can make sure everything is still running without issue.

CUTTO SCENE - Same scene later in the day. Michael and BRED are sitting in the common area of the ship facing a holocamera, this time it’s BRED that looks at Michael. Wooo-beep

Dude, it’s not a big deal.

Weep-boop

When she noticed what he did to get BRED off their back for a bit, he was not surprised at the question. Well, I shut off an alarm system for the thermostat in the Engine area. It’s not-critical but it is going to keep BRED off our backs for a little bit. In answer to your questions, it’s a little bit of both experience and knowledge of the ship. It takes time to get to this, but I’ve been blessed, my father helped design this model ship… and I’ve been flying since I could walk… and I mean that literally. He added the last part because he figured she would ask.

TAG: Cerys Dyn

CUTTO SCENE - This is where he is speaking in a different setting, as if recapping what he had just seen on a holovid
Wooo-beep

 

[Cerys Dyn]

Flying since he could walk. Cerys was not entirely certain if that was an exaggeration, but given everything she had seen so far, she suspected it was not. Some people seemed born for particular things. Michael appeared to belong in a cockpit in the same way a Jedi belonged with the Force. "That would certainly provide a head start." Her tone remained neutral, though she filed the information away. It explained some things.

When he offered the controls, her eyes shifted toward the flight stick. There was a brief pause before she wrapped a hand around it. The ship immediately drifted a little farther to port than she had intended.

Cerys corrected. Then overcorrected. The ship rocked gently. A faint crease appeared between her brows. "Hm."

The ship wobbled again before she managed to steady it into something that vaguely resembled level flight. "I am beginning to understand why pilots spend so much time practicing." She kept her attention forward, posture as composed as ever despite her less-than-composed performance.

Another few seconds passed before she spoke again. "How much of flying is conscious thought?" The question came as she made another small correction, this one only slightly unnecessary. "When I first learned lightsaber forms, every movement required concentration. Eventually they became instinctive."

Her grip tightened slightly on the controls. "Does piloting become the same, or are you actively thinking through these adjustments even now?"

Michael Angellus ​

 

[Michael Angellus]

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EPISODE – Entry # 1 (No! Not some “Phantom Menace!)
Location: – In front of Connel’s Defender
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Mad at Connel for setting my butt up
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.

When she took the controls, he sat back, watching her and not the viewscreen. He knew what alarms to pay attention to and which ones to ignore. None of them were going off and if they did, he would respond, simple as that.

Sure, the ship wobbled a little here and there, and BRED was complaining from Engineering, but she’s new at this. It was expected. When she asked about practice versus conscious thought, Michael answered easily enough. It’s a bit of both. You should always be paying attention, but ultimately there is technology for fuel reserves, collision alerts, technical problems… everything you could think of. He said laughing.

Pointing to his head. Utlimately, your brain is the most useful piece of tech you have. Ultimately, I know where everything is and know what to expect, but I still go through everything anyway so that I’m never caught off guard.

CUTTO SCENE - Same scene later in the day. Michael and BRED are sitting in the common area of the ship facing a holocamera, this time it’s BRED that looks at Michael. Wooo-beep


Dude, it’s not a big deal.

Weep-boop

When she noticed what he did to get BRED off their back for a bit, he was not surprised at the question. Well, I shut off an alarm system for the thermostat in the Engine area. It’s not-critical but it is going to keep BRED off our backs for a little bit. In answer to your questions, it’s a little bit of both experience and knowledge of the ship. It takes time to get to this, but I’ve been blessed, my father helped design this model ship… and I’ve been flying since I could walk… and I mean that literally. He gestured for her to keep flying, she was clearly doing fine.

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CUTTO SCENE - This is where he is speaking in a different setting, as if recapping what he had just seen on a holovid
Wooo-beep

 

[Cerys Dyn]

Cerys continued to guide the ship forward, her movements growing marginally smoother with each passing minute. The occasional correction was still larger than necessary, but at least the ship was no longer wandering across the sky like a lost animal.

Michael's explanation earned a thoughtful nod. "That sounds familiar."

The comparison to Jedi training was an easy one to make. Repetition. Discipline. Procedure. The difference was that one was performed with a lightsaber and the other thousands of meters above the ground.

She glanced sideways at him for a moment. "Flying since you could walk. Designing ships. Growing up around all of this." A slight tilt of her head followed. "Did you ever consider doing something else?" The question was asked with genuine curiosity, if little emotion. "Or was becoming a pilot inevitable?"

The ship drifted slightly off course. Cerys corrected it with a touch more force than necessary.

"I was never expected to become a Jedi and when I did set out on the path...I was perhaps a little too headstrong." She did not smile, though her face seemed to want too. "I briefly attempted to prove everyone wrong."

The corner of her mouth twitched upward ever so slightly. "It went poorly."

Michael Angellus​

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[Michael Angellus]

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EPISODE – Entry # 1 (No! Not some “Phantom Menace!)
Location: – In front of Connel’s Defender
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Mad at Connel for setting my butt up
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.

When she realized just how long he had been doing this, it seemed unfathomable to her for some reason, which was okay. I did actually. Turns out I’m Force Sensitive. Remember how I tried to be a Jedi? Yeah, my great… (however many times) uncle was some big Super Jedi or something I don’t know. My cousin… he’s some Dark Brooding “Dark Knight” Jedi, but not a “Dark Jedi” if that makes sense… Me? I’m just Michael. He said laughing.

He lost that sense of humor the more he thought about it. I don’t know. I blamed everyone else, but it was my choice to isolate myself and shut people out. I mean yeah, I just lost my Dad and hadn’t processed it… but I guess I wanted to blame everybody else for not wanting to open up.

CUTTO SCENE - Same scene later in the day. Michael and BRED are sitting in the common area of the ship facing a holocamera, this time it’s BRED that looks at Michael. Wooo-beep


What do you mean?

Weep-boop


Yeah, I guess.

[COLOR=rgb(97, 189, 109)I wouldn’t say that being a pilot was “inevitable”... more… “natural”? My family history goes back to the first hyperspace wars of military service. So, while it wasn’t “inevitable” or forced… it just [I]was[/I]…[/COLOR] He didn’t know what had happened to her, and did not ask, it was her place to tell, not his to pry. [COLOR=rgb(97, 189, 109)You tried. That’s enough for me to understand and respect. You’re here now, so you’re able to right back what’s wrong.[/COLOR]

TAG: Cerys Dyn

CUTTO SCENE - This is where he is speaking in a different setting, as if recapping what he had just seen on a holovid
Wooo-beep