fly away, don't crash & burn
She was fully dressed in her Rogue Squadron gear, her helmet under her arm and her hair braided tight and coiled to lay as flat as possible, the cloth cap snugged down over her head as she tugged at a buckle and frowned into the Sensorium before striding in. Centering herself, she brought up the flight deck and strode to her X-Wing before promptly leaning her head forehead against the cool metal. A short flight.
Very short.
She jammed her helmet on determinedly and snugged the chin-strap in place.
Just some take off and shooting practice. Maybe drones. Maybe something. She took her walk around her fighter, gloveless hands sweeping the metal for anything out of place, as much habit by now as anything. When she came back around, she tugged her gloves back on and they found the ladder. She let out a soft grumble as she started her climb into the cockpit. Practice makes perfect.
Arha began pre-flight and sat there, staring at the all green read out.
Very short.
She jammed her helmet on determinedly and snugged the chin-strap in place.
Just some take off and shooting practice. Maybe drones. Maybe something. She took her walk around her fighter, gloveless hands sweeping the metal for anything out of place, as much habit by now as anything. When she came back around, she tugged her gloves back on and they found the ladder. She let out a soft grumble as she started her climb into the cockpit. Practice makes perfect.
Arha began pre-flight and sat there, staring at the all green read out.