Private Wings in the Storm

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Pilot Outfit
Ship: Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The hangar was alive as mechanics worked hard to keep the rebel fleet up and running. Valery stood near one of the smaller transports, a datapad in hand as her orange eyes scanned the readouts one last time. This mission would take them straight into enemy territory, and while she trusted her own skills well enough, she knew better than to attempt it alone.

The distribution center they were tasked to strike was an important node in the enemy's supply chain. Crates of weapons, fuel cells, and rations flowed through it every day, feeding the Imperial war effort across half a dozen sectors. Taking it out would not win the war, but it would cut deep and force their adversaries to feel the strain. That was reason enough to act.

She had gone through the roster of pilots the Path could rely on. Many were capable, but one name had stood out. Devin Virell was newer to the Path's cause, but that only made him even more interesting. This was a chance to test him a little. Straightening, Valery set the datapad aside as the echo of approaching footsteps reached her ears. She folded her arms lightly across her chest, her expression calm as she waited.

Devin had been summoned here for a reason, and it was time to see if he was ready for what lay ahead.

Devin Virell ​

 

[Devin Virell]

Valery Noble

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Over time, the hangar had become more than a workplace to Devin; this was the closest thing to home he had now. Even when he was off-duty, he found himself drawn back here, lingering near his X-wing. Often, he found himself checking systems that didn’t need checking, or just sat beneath its wing with a datapad, journaling his thoughts. The ship was his..his alone..and in a life where so much had already been taken away, that mattered.

It reminded him of why he was here, why he kept fighting.

The memory of Coruscant’s fall burned at the edges of his mind as it always did. He could still see the skyline, hear the hum of speeders, feel the pulse of the city.

Now it lived only in memory.

A sharp blue glow lit up the screen. Devin exhaled slowly, thumb hovering over the keys before acknowledging it. It wasn’t a request, but an order. The sender also wasn’t just any name, it was one that carried weight, and he couldn’t help but begin wondering why she had chosen him.

Once he finished lacing up his boots, he began to head down the corridor. Tools clanged along the way, and mechanics were shouting back and forth. The air smelled of fuel.

Before long, he saw the Jedi, who was also wearing the infamous orange suit of the rebellion. His helmet was tucked under his arm now.

As he approached, he straightened his posture. It felt like he was already being evaluated.

Stopping before her, the silence stretched for a moment.

At least this meant it wasn’t another boring routine patrol..

“Master Noble, reporting as requested. Ready when you are.”

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