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[twostandingby]

Shove the stick to the left, throwing the X-wing into a sharp roll, and Tycho should feel the pull of the manuever even with the intertial compensator, but there's nothing. The simulators at Milliways are incredibly rudimentary; no simulated motion or even comm chatter. It's not flying. It's playing

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[alderaani_intel]

He wasn't in their room when she returned, but his stuff was. So she looked downstairs, outside and finally here. She could here him making a noise or two as she neared, in anger or disgust at something happening on the screen.

She knocked on the sim he was in, then leaned against the one across from it.

[twostandingby]

These TIE's are too kriffing easy, that's what he's disgusted with. Does this thing have skill levels? Did somebody dial it down? He can't tell. Either way, he moves a hand for a split second to push the curtain open. He's planning on continuing to fly, expecting Wes or Jaina or someone else, but the words stick in his throat as he sees who's actually standing there.

"Hey!"

His hands fall away from the sim, and the X-wing onscreen crashes into the side of a Star Destroyer. Tycho doesn't notice. He's too busy smiling at her. "You're back quick."

[alderaani_intel]

She smiled softly. "Yeah. Told you I would be."

Somethings up, she's fiddling again.

[twostandingby]

"And I believed you; I just wasn't sure that the door would--"

He stops short. He knows the signs of when something isn't right. He turns toward her in the simulator seat, quickly shoving the curtain entirely out of the way. "Winter?"