07-09-2018, 06:33 PM
The Imperial Naval Carrier Ferros rolled through the heavy waves of the Vasty Deep, tearing through them as though they were thin sheets of paper. The massive Imperial aircraft carrier was alone on its mission of exploration and protection, making sure the area around the Imperial islands was secure. The carrier was fully loaded and equipped, and prepared for the many threats of the uncharted verse. It was a good thing, because the craft was currently a great distance from the safe haven of Costa Del Sol or any Imperial fleet. However, amongst the skilled and experienced fighters assigned to the vessel, they had also made room for plenty of rookies.
On the top deck, Knox looked at his brand new X-Wing with an odd mixture of pride and indifference. He had finally been accepted into flight school after years of pushing for it within the Imperial command. If he’d been back in the universe he swore he knew, none of this would have mattered in the slightest. Even if he was, though, the privilege to fly such a craft would have been an exclusive honor. He couldn’t help but bask in the glory of such an accomplishment, despite the burning reminder in his mind that this whole world was twisted, fucked up, and didn’t matter. But, he was here, so he figured he’d make the most of it. He'd proven again and again his unnatural talent with vehicles of all shapes and sizes, so it was nice to see it finally rewarded.
Knox, Cade, Grace, and Laci were four stormtroopers that had initially been assigned to Lord Zedd on Coruscant. Upon surviving his extremely unique and neurotic management style, they’d been transferred to the Vasty Deep to help deal with the Darkling invasion. They’d proved to be unconventional members of the Imperial brigade, but no one could really argue with their unique ability to come home with the job done, even if the means were a bit unconventional or unprofessional. After becoming far more seasoned during their tour in the Deep, the assessment had been made to grant them specialty training. Likewise, their superiors in the Deep had agreed with Coruscant’s recommendation that they be kept together. While separated for their unique training, the understanding was that they would be working on missions together again before too much longer.
“Hey, hey!” a voice called from behind the black haired secondary.
The man turned to see his teammate, Grace, walking towards him, tying her red hair in a bun as she walked. She was wearing an all black Imperial flight suit and her Arwing wasn’t too far from Knox’s fighter craft. Grace had ended up joining flight school to be near a friend when she wasn’t sure exactly what to specialize in. The other two members of their squad had chosen Mech operations for their specialty, which they would be working on elsewhere on the carrier, so she'd decided to stick with Knox. Grace was nervous, but excited all the same. They’d done all the simulations, picked their ships, and were now waiting on whoever would be their instructor for the morning’s operations.
“Does this suit bug the hell out of you?” Knox asked as Grace stopped by him. “Its freaking hot out here.”
“You should have seen Cade and Laci in the lower decks,” Grace laughed. “They said it gets so hot in those big things they can’t wear much at all.”
Knox perked up an eyebrow, which set Grace into a fit of laughter. She knew there were unspoken feelings between Knox and Laci, so she tended to tease them from time to time like the little sister role she’d adopted within their group. Knox realized he was being messed with and rolled his eyes.
“Yea, yea,” he grumbled. “So you know anything about who we’re flying with?”
“Nope,” Grace commented, looking up at Knox’s X-Wing. “Some pro.”
“Better be, to put up with you,” Knox teased as he looked around.
“Uh huh,” Grace agreed, distracted as she looked over the ship. “Hey I’m gonna paint our fighters, and their Mechs. That would be a fun project, don’t you think? Team spirit and all!”
“I wonder if she’ll expect us to stand at attention and all that junk,” Knox ignored Grace’s chipper attitude this morning.
Grace rolled her own eyes this time and walked around the front of the fighter to start to get a game plan on how to decorate the crafts. Knox just looked out at the endless ocean and enjoyed the wind on his face. At least it was a clear and sunny day. But damn this suit was hot.
On the top deck, Knox looked at his brand new X-Wing with an odd mixture of pride and indifference. He had finally been accepted into flight school after years of pushing for it within the Imperial command. If he’d been back in the universe he swore he knew, none of this would have mattered in the slightest. Even if he was, though, the privilege to fly such a craft would have been an exclusive honor. He couldn’t help but bask in the glory of such an accomplishment, despite the burning reminder in his mind that this whole world was twisted, fucked up, and didn’t matter. But, he was here, so he figured he’d make the most of it. He'd proven again and again his unnatural talent with vehicles of all shapes and sizes, so it was nice to see it finally rewarded.
Knox, Cade, Grace, and Laci were four stormtroopers that had initially been assigned to Lord Zedd on Coruscant. Upon surviving his extremely unique and neurotic management style, they’d been transferred to the Vasty Deep to help deal with the Darkling invasion. They’d proved to be unconventional members of the Imperial brigade, but no one could really argue with their unique ability to come home with the job done, even if the means were a bit unconventional or unprofessional. After becoming far more seasoned during their tour in the Deep, the assessment had been made to grant them specialty training. Likewise, their superiors in the Deep had agreed with Coruscant’s recommendation that they be kept together. While separated for their unique training, the understanding was that they would be working on missions together again before too much longer.
“Hey, hey!” a voice called from behind the black haired secondary.
The man turned to see his teammate, Grace, walking towards him, tying her red hair in a bun as she walked. She was wearing an all black Imperial flight suit and her Arwing wasn’t too far from Knox’s fighter craft. Grace had ended up joining flight school to be near a friend when she wasn’t sure exactly what to specialize in. The other two members of their squad had chosen Mech operations for their specialty, which they would be working on elsewhere on the carrier, so she'd decided to stick with Knox. Grace was nervous, but excited all the same. They’d done all the simulations, picked their ships, and were now waiting on whoever would be their instructor for the morning’s operations.
“Does this suit bug the hell out of you?” Knox asked as Grace stopped by him. “Its freaking hot out here.”
“You should have seen Cade and Laci in the lower decks,” Grace laughed. “They said it gets so hot in those big things they can’t wear much at all.”
Knox perked up an eyebrow, which set Grace into a fit of laughter. She knew there were unspoken feelings between Knox and Laci, so she tended to tease them from time to time like the little sister role she’d adopted within their group. Knox realized he was being messed with and rolled his eyes.
“Yea, yea,” he grumbled. “So you know anything about who we’re flying with?”
“Nope,” Grace commented, looking up at Knox’s X-Wing. “Some pro.”
“Better be, to put up with you,” Knox teased as he looked around.
“Uh huh,” Grace agreed, distracted as she looked over the ship. “Hey I’m gonna paint our fighters, and their Mechs. That would be a fun project, don’t you think? Team spirit and all!”
“I wonder if she’ll expect us to stand at attention and all that junk,” Knox ignored Grace’s chipper attitude this morning.
Grace rolled her own eyes this time and walked around the front of the fighter to start to get a game plan on how to decorate the crafts. Knox just looked out at the endless ocean and enjoyed the wind on his face. At least it was a clear and sunny day. But damn this suit was hot.
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