Wake ups and Walk Arounds (Rogues)
Feb 23, 2018 9:58:56 GMT
Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 9:58:56 GMT
Wake ups... and walk arounds (Rogues)
09-05-2016, 06:27 PM
Arianna
Cleared for duty...
Those were the best three words Ari had heard in a long time. She was done with therapies and shrinks questioning her every word. She had been missing, presumed dead for nearly a year after the Drunkenwell incident. It had taken months of convincing everyone that being stranded on a derelict ship with ten other people for month before finally making it home hadn't screwed her up.
But it was all behind her. To her thinking, and she wasn't prone to flights of fancy, she had been fine from the outset. But being given official clearance gave her the opportunity she wanted.
Ari had sent all the pilots a comm the night before. The new hanger was officially open! ROGUE SQUADRON was painted neatly across the half closed hanger doors and on the walls of the hanger. All the ships that they had were already parked in their spots, ready for inspections, maintenance and just plain fiddling with.
Ari was up on one of the squadron's x-wings doing what she did best... tinkering. Some of these craft hadn't been flown in months. They would need some tender loving spanoing and fixing up.
Anyone walking in would hear the hollow echo of her tools and the soft hum of her voice, but wouldn't be able to see her.
09-05-2016, 06:27 PM
Arianna
Cleared for duty...
Those were the best three words Ari had heard in a long time. She was done with therapies and shrinks questioning her every word. She had been missing, presumed dead for nearly a year after the Drunkenwell incident. It had taken months of convincing everyone that being stranded on a derelict ship with ten other people for month before finally making it home hadn't screwed her up.
But it was all behind her. To her thinking, and she wasn't prone to flights of fancy, she had been fine from the outset. But being given official clearance gave her the opportunity she wanted.
Ari had sent all the pilots a comm the night before. The new hanger was officially open! ROGUE SQUADRON was painted neatly across the half closed hanger doors and on the walls of the hanger. All the ships that they had were already parked in their spots, ready for inspections, maintenance and just plain fiddling with.
Ari was up on one of the squadron's x-wings doing what she did best... tinkering. Some of these craft hadn't been flown in months. They would need some tender loving spanoing and fixing up.
Anyone walking in would hear the hollow echo of her tools and the soft hum of her voice, but wouldn't be able to see her.