SPACE -- We will go with Section Aurek
In the hanger bay
Cockpit of a Starfighter
Araceli sat in the cockpit of a starfighter with a grimace reminiscent of sucking a fresh cut lemon.
I hate flying, came the rather disdainful thought as she haphazardly began to secure herself. Her short hair was a mass of odd tuffs in several different directions, giving her a rather punked up look more akin to the Coruscanti Twilighters than and Imperial peon.
But war games were war games. And such things were more volun-told than volunteered. So, here she was. An ISB agent in a starfighter.
WHY do you ask? Well because someone decided to look into her file and noticed she had some flight hours in her SRB. And they needed more bodies.
Ugh.
Bet you it was that tail-heads fault, she thought to herself.
Blasted shutta!
