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"To another year of service among the stars, hopefully spent still alive. Cheers, partner."
“We’ve survived this long, haven’t we? Tough ships to shoot down. Cheers.”
The sound of glass clinking together slipped into the room with ease, mingling pleasantly with the friendly atmoshphere between the two. A smile touched the pilot’s lips as she reflected on the years past events.
“I hope to have twice as many near death experiences. Have to break the record from last year.”
// Well, the Nuka Cola World DLC for fallout 4 is really disappointing
His voice came crackling through her helm, alerting her to his exact position. She turned and looked up at his hanging form, eyes sweeping over his body in an attempt to spot any obvious injury. She saw no blood, no tears, and no metal shards sticking out of his body. All in all, he looked just the same as she, bruised but not broken.
An airy laugh left her as relief flooded her lungs. He was alive. Good. She never doubted his ability to survive such a crash, but one could never be too sure. Anything could happen. She could now laugh at her worry knowing it was pointless. They were both alive, that’s all that mattered.
She pushed towards him when he fell, noting the groan of discomfort. When she arrived at his side she offered her hand to help ease him back to his feet. His question prompted a short chuckle out of the pilot, a sound that was silenced when she heard the faint sound of starfighters in the distance.
“I’m jus’ fine. Are you? Any injuries?” She was not a medical professional in any way. Although she could conclude he had no serious, life-threatening injury, that didn’t mean he was in perfect health. There could be something she did not spot right away. Even if it was something akin to a paper-cut, she would feel more comfortable knowing it was tended to before trying to figure out a solution to their current situation.
“Come on. Let’s survey the damage.”
“Only my pride, fortunately. Nothing immediately serious.”
Taking her hand, he slowly rose back to his feet, stretching his aching legs in the process. It was only now, smelling the burnt metal, feeling the scratches on their armor, seeing the damage to their ship, that he was beginning to fully realize the true gravity of the situation. There they were, Manda knows exactly miles from friendly civilization, standing in some barely-charted forest with nothing but their armor on their backs. Just minutes prior, they were seconds away from having been a crater in the ground, their fates to be forgotten by everyone but whichever hotshot Resistance pilot pulled the trigger just moments before.
It hit him about as hard as those branches on the way down.
Without hesitation, Fordo pulled her into a tight hug, holding the embrace in complete silence for roughly half a minute. His body slowly relaxing, he let out a soft breath and began to gradually break away, hands drifting down to hold hers.
“Sorry, about that. Remaining stoic isn’t always walk in the woods.”
Cruien did not fight the gesture, nor did she stand there with limp arms. She returned the embrace best she could with the armor that was secured to her person. Yes, it was uncomfortable, but that didn’t really matter. She could ignore the way the metal dug into her if it meant she could remain there for just a moment longer. Her arms began to slowly retract once he pulled away, pausing only when his hands searched for her own.
“Easy,” she whispered. “No one else is goin’ to see you like this.”
Her fingers slid neatly in between his digits. The pad of her thumb brushed along his covered hand, providing whatever comfort she could with small touches.
“We’re goin’ to be just fine, you and I. Could’ve been worse.”
She squeezed his hands to reassure him once more before her attention shifted to the broken starfighter they had flown in moments prior. Her shoulders fell when she swept her eyes over the scratched surface and burnt metal. A huff of air pushed through her teeth as a subtle annoyance flared in her chest.
“We can salvage somethin’, I’m sure. It’s not completely ruined. I can tell you know it won’t fly, but if a majority of the cockpit survived it could help us to get a handle on the situation...”
//happy Munday, everybody
Crash landings were never pretty, but being grounded due to an unpredicted attack on the base? Disgusting.
If Cruien had known that the Resistance would be launching a surprise assault on them, she would’ve been more cautious. Had she been gifted with the ability to peer into the near future things would’ve turned out differently. Unfortunately for the pilot, she could not have predicted the drastic turn of events that forced her and her companion, the Captain Fordo, to the ground. In her defense, though it may be a feeble one, she saw no issue with allowing him inside the TIE Fighter. A chance to show off presented itself. How could she refuse such a rare opportunity?
A single TIE was an easy target for the swarm of X-Wings, even if it was a Special Forces TIE. Those red blasts dissolved her shields faster than she could properly retaliate, leaving the whole fighter vulnerable to abuse. She could recall that, despite being a lower rank than her red and white friend, she gave the order to eject. Yes, her pride suffered a hefty blow from such defeat, but she was alive. Awfully sore, but alive.
The canopy of trees overhead helped shield her from the bright star that illuminated the planet, but the smell of burnt metal ruined what could have been a peaceful view. Well, the smell and ache of her muscles from the landing marred the calm she could’ve felt. Shame.
The pilot wreslted herself free of the harness, doing a quick once-over for any obvious injuries. There was no blood or shattered bones, just minor swelling and deep bruising. She was certain her body would be painted with dark purple splotches, but she’d rather be battered than severely injured.
The TIE landed fairly close to her position, something she was extremely grateful for. It had seen better days, but it wasn’t destroyed by any means. Wouldn’t be able to fly since a blast had knicked the wing, but relatively intact.
“Fordo?” Her call trickled through the confines of her helmet, a barrier that had softened the shout. “You hear me?”
“Up here.”
Rustling of leaves sounded in the trees a few meters above the grounded pilot. Dangling from some branches by his chute’s suspension lines was Fordo, looking somewhat discontented, but not at all worse for wear.
This was far from the first time he’d had the pleasure of ejecting from a moving starfighter, but if there was anything he had learned from the previous times, it was that it truly never got any easier. His entire body was sore from the series of sudden jerks that had pulled him out of the cockpit and through the air, compounded by the dozen-or-so branches he’d hit forcefully on the way down. Could have been worse, he thought. His only regret was that there wasn’t a trunk within reach to knock on.
Bringing his hands to the straps draped across his chest, he began to unbuckle his parachute harness. With the last metal loop unhooked, Fordo plummeted several feet to the forest floor, sticking the landing, his armor helping reduce the sudden shock on his legs. Still, a burst of pain swept through them, bringing him to rest on his rear. Groaning, he lie back on the ground, turning his head to look to Cruien.
“Are you alright?”
His voice came crackling through her helm, alerting her to his exact position. She turned and looked up at his hanging form, eyes sweeping over his body in an attempt to spot any obvious injury. She saw no blood, no tears, and no metal shards sticking out of his body. All in all, he looked just the same as she, bruised but not broken.
An airy laugh left her as relief flooded her lungs. He was alive. Good. She never doubted his ability to survive such a crash, but one could never be too sure. Anything could happen. She could now laugh at her worry knowing it was pointless. They were both alive, that’s all that mattered.
She psuhed towards him when he fell, noting the groan of discomfort. When she arrived at his side she offered her hand to help ease him back to his feet. His question prompted a short chuckle out of the pilot, a sound that was silenced when she heard the faint sound of starfighters in the distance.
“I’m jus’ fine. Are you? Any injuries?” She was not a medical professional in any way. Although she could conclude he had no serious, life-threatening injury, that didn’t mean he was in perfect health. There could be something she did not spot right away. Even if it was something akin to a paper-cut, she would feel more comfortable knowing it was tended to before trying to figure out a solution to their current situation.
“Come on. Let’s survey the damage.”
// I may end up offline if these floods continue. Louisiana isn't lookin good, folks.
Crash landings were never pretty, but being grounded due to an unpredicted attack on the base? Disgusting.
If Cruien had known that the Resistance would be launching a surprise assault on them, she would’ve been more cautious. Had she been gifted with the ability to peer into the near future things would’ve turned out differently. Unfortunately for the pilot, she could not have predicted the drastic turn of events that forced her and her companion, the Captain Fordo, to the ground. In her defense, though it may be a feeble one, she saw no issue with allowing him inside the TIE Fighter. A chance to show off presented itself. How could she refuse such a rare opportunity?
A single TIE was an easy target for the swarm of X-Wings, even if it was a Special Forces TIE. Those red blasts dissolved her shields faster than she could properly retaliate, leaving the whole fighter vulnerable to abuse. She could recall that, despite being a lower rank thank her red and white friend, she gave the order to eject. Yes, her pride suffered a hefty blow from such defeat, but she was alive. Awfully sore, but alive.
The canopy of trees overhead helped shield her from the bright star that illuminated the planet, but the smell of burnt metal ruined what could have been a peaceful view. Well, the smell and ache of her muscles from the landing marred the calm she could’ve felt. Shame.
The pilot wreslted herself free of the harness, doing a quick once-over for any obvious injuries. There was no blood or shattered bones, just minor swelling and deep bruising. She was certain her body would be painted with dark purple splotches, but she’d rather be battered than severely injured.
The TIE landed fairly close to her position, something she was extremely grateful for. It had seen better days, but it wasn’t destroyed by any means. Wouldn’t be able to fly since a blast had knicked the wing, but relatively intact.
“Fordo?” Her call trickled through the confines of her helmet, a barrier that had softened the shout. “You hear me?”
//I am so sorry for the lack of activity. I recently bought overwatch to play when I want to relax. But some people have apparently been waiting for me to get it and I can't say no to people. Don't be a me.
“Relax. I’m not here on business or anythin’. Just didn’t have anythin’ else to wear. Limited wardrobe here, y’know.”
“Well uh– don’t you guys get paid?” They did risk their lives for the order’s cause. “Well- anyways. I’m your waiter– err. What do you want to drink?
“We do, but there’s no real need to buy anythin’ fancy. Free time is a rare thing in the Order.” A smile lifted the corners of her lips, though the image was obscured by the infamous helmet she wore. “A cup of Caf would do jus’ fine. Won’t be here long.”
“Yeah, I’ve already gathered that much ‘bout you. You’re not the only one ‘round here that ain’t keen on that. You’ve got a nice face, though, in my opinion. Glad I get t’see it.”
The warmth that enveloped her brought a smile to her face. She reached behind herself, blindly searching for his hand, gripping it ever so gently once her fingers grazed his knuckles. Slowly, she brought it closer, making it more comfortable for her to lazily play with his fingers.
“Mhm. It’s really good.”
“Shh, that’s what they always say. And we always respond to it with the same few jokes about good genetics, or some such osik. But, ah, it doesn’t really matter. You’re not too bad, yourself.”
Wordlessly, Fordo gently nuzzled further into her shoulder. Noting her quiet fascination with his fingers, he moved his hand slightly further forward so she could play with them easier.
“W’should do this more often, think I could get used to this.”
A hushed chuckle vibrated through her chest. That was the second time he had shushed her. She would’ve made a comment it if the current situation hadn’t swallowed her. The moment silenced her quips and snide remarks, calling for a more quiet demeanor. Fingers slipped inbetween his own, thumb running patterns along his hand as she closed her eyes.
“Mm. Sounds like a plan, darlin’. I wouldn’t mind that one bit, no sir. This, right here, is perfect.”
“I’ve been told I have a sparkling personality when there isn’t a blaster in m’face.”
“I don’t give a bantha’s ass about yer SPARKLIN’ personality, yer still a damn member of the kriffin’ ORDER.”
“Easy, partner, easy. ‘M not here t’cause any problems or start any fights. I’m one woman, a pilot on the ground--what could I do to you? If you really wanted me dead, you would’ve shot by now.”
“Fierce enough for jus’ bein’ buzzed. It’s a more advanced tipsy, yeah? If I’m actin’ well enough to fool myself, maybe I should do that for a livin’. Pays good. Could get one of ‘em hats that they wore in the holovid.”
She shifted her position, disrupting the comfortable mood she had just settled into, only to push off her chest and arm plating. It took little time for her to do, something she was extremely grateful for. She laid the armor out on the floor then allowed herself to fall back into her original laid-out position.
“Let’s try it, then. We won’t break it…maybe.”
“Those brimmed hats are quite the fashion. I’d ‘ve gotten one by now, but I’d never end up wearing it around, what with the helmet ‘n all. Not that big a fan of showing my face around here, anyways, I’m sure you’ve already assumed.”
Fordo climbed onto the lounge chair, moving slowly so that both of them may shift into slightly more comfortable position. With a content sigh, he settled in next to her, his head just behind one of her shoulders.
“This’s… good, isn’t it.”
“Yeah, I’ve already gathered that much ‘bout you. You’re not the only one ‘round here that ain’t keen on that. You’ve got a nice face, though, in my opinion. Glad I get t’see it.”
The warmth that enveloped her brought a smile to her face. She reached behind herself, blindly searching for his hand, gripping it ever so gently once her fingers grazed his knuckles. Slowly, she brought it closer, making it more comfortable for her to lazily play with his fingers.
“Mhm. It’s really good.”
“I’ve been told I have a sparkling personality when there isn’t a blaster in m’face.”
Greeter rp for @ask-first-order-elite-pilot
“…It’s not very often that we get First Order members in this restaurant.. excuse me if I’m surprised.”
“Relax. I’m not here on business or anythin’. Just didn’t have anythin’ else to wear. Limited wardrobe here, y’know.”
