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[aimedforthemoon]

Fighter pilots, on the whole, tend to be short. Esfir, at not quite 4'10, is still shorter than most, so when the Bar provided a flight suit for her, the Russian astronaut had beamed in relief.

She'd also, lack of comfort and style non-withstanding (although she rarely pays attention to the latter), felt something like relief just getting into a

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[rebel_falcon]

The fact that Bar provided a flight suit makes this whole training session a hell of a lot easier. Han's been planning (and back to the ship a few times to make arrangements) how to do this without attracting two much attention.

Of course, wearing a bright orange flight suit defeats the purpose of not attracting attention almost entirely, even if they do blend in.

"Managed to round up one that'll hold both of us -- training model, but it's got all the same controls," he promises, as they step onto the deck of the Falcon which is still parked neatly in the belly of the command ship.

[aimedforthemoon]

"Big enough for you?" She asks, raising an eyebrow and looking up at him.

Pointedly.

[rebel_falcon]

"I'll fit."

It may not be comfortable, but he'll make it work. He hits a few buttons on the access patch to the ship's docking ramp and then lowers it, and then glances at her.

"You ready?"

[aimedforthemoon]

It has been said that a perfect simulated training session is somewhat like performing successful surgery on a corpse.

She just nods.

"Yes."

[rebel_falcon]

"This way, then."

It's not hard to wander the corridor towards where the hangar doors all line the hall, and he remembers where the training craft is easy enough. The bay is quiet, empty, save for them both, a few random ships and pieces of others, that sort of thing.

[aimedforthemoon]

And the orange might be bright, but...she looks like a pilot. She walks like one, and so, in a way, she isn't noticable at all. Which suits her just fine.

"That's the training one?" She murmurs, gesturing.

[rebel_falcon]

"Yeah. I checked it out earlier this morning," he says. "Made sure it had fuel, that sort of thing. Preflight."

Of course if she wants to do her own, he won't stop her. He'll even offer advice.

[aimedforthemoon]

Her helmet is put on the ground.

"No objections if I go over it anyway?"

She's...a pilot. You only jump in and go when you are being attacked.

[rebel_falcon]

"None at all."

She's smart. Methodical. That's important -- that's what's going to save her from ending up vaped.

[aimedforthemoon]

A quick nod and she gets to work. She's quick, but thorough - she's only seen these in diagrams, as the sim wasn't that advanced, but you need to know what things look like on the actual craft.

She asks questions, occasionally, and listens.

You don't get to be one of the best pilots in your country's airforce without being able to listen, without being thorough and methodical.

Of course, there is the sheer pleasure of being around aircraft again, but that's shoved to the side for now.

"Oke."

And then she grins at him. Even professionals have their lapses, now and then.

[rebel_falcon]

And they are both professionals. Completely.

Once she's finished, Han pops the cockpit (it's a hiss and a smooth motion) and nods.

"Go ahead and climb on up while I get the door open but don't you go anywhere," he teases.

[aimedforthemoon]

She clicks her heels and tosses off a perfect salute.

"No, Comrade Solo."

[rebel_falcon]

Han tosses one back in her direction as he turns to go fiddle with the hangar bay doors. The gravity and energy fields will keep everything the bay from getting sucked out into space, and the landing magnets hold the craft in place, so they're good.

[aimedforthemoon]

So. Bizarre.

Still, she climbs in and gets settled, checking the controls and other things so she doesn't blow up or pass out in space.

(And, oh is it a relief to be back in a cockpit)

[rebel_falcon]

Once he's done, he climbs up onto the craft and then slides into the seat behind her, pulling his helmet on as he wriggles himself down into a somewhat comfortable position.

He can reach the controls and he's not too cramped, and he watches as she lights up switches and goes over things on his own screen, which powers up so he can 'follow' what she's doing.

He trusts her.

[aimedforthemoon]

She switches everything on, textbook perfect, and glides the A-wing out the hangar. Once out, she steers it away from the main fleet - empty space, can't hit anyone. Her movements are smooth, heartbeat steady (she had a steady heartbeat while her rocket was taking off; it'd take more than a calm flight to change that), and it's just like the sim.

In a way.

Like performing heart surgery on a corpse.

"Oke, I'll run through some moves."

Just, you know, as a friendly head's up.