fandomhigh | Flight Club [Flight Shed, 2pm]

Gavin hadn't ever really run a club before so he figured the first one, he could just kind of wing it and hope someone told if he was doing it wrong. If John told him he was doing it wrong, John was getting smacked in the head.

Maybe.

Anyway, it was the first meeting of the Flight Club and it was taking place at the flight shed. Gavin had some snacks and drinks set up on a small table he'd brought. Snacks always made it better, right?

"Hey guys," he said when everyone finally arrived. "Welcome to the first meeting of this semester's flight club. I'm, uh, Gavin and some of you probably know that. For those that don't, I'm a senior and I've been flying X-Wings for about two years now. Since this is the first meeting, I figure we'll introduce ourselves, tell what, if any, flight experience we have and in what way we fly and then we can just go from there. Our adviser's Professor Skywalker and he's a much better flier than I am."

With that, he nodded and waited for everyone else to introduce themselves.

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Anakin stared. "Wait, back up. Explain."

"Which part?" There was a lot of stuff happening in John's sentences. "Where he made us pick how we died in a plane or where we got detention?"

~~You could almost hear the music cueing up.~~ "He made you go on a suicide mission?" Anakin's eyebrows drew together. "Not just a mission where everyone happened to die? He told you to die?!"

"Well, not in so many words, but basically," John replied. "Detention happened for those of us who refused to play morbid games with aircraft."

Anakin let loose with a truly impressive stream of Bothan profanity. "What the hell kind of dumbass moron teaches you to crash? Through learning to fly, you're going to crash. That's why we do this in a simulator. But it's never the lesson you're supposed to teach."

John was trying to decide if that was a rhetorical question or not. He decided it wasn't. "Um, Professor Murdock?"

So helpful, really.

"He and I will have to have a talk," Anakin snarled. "Who does that? Especially in a school where people have actual experience flying, which means that they've probably seen someone not pull up fast enough."

"Or, you know, gone blind in a crash," John added.

Anakin gave him a grim smile. "I'm trying to come up with examples that aren't just my family. She gets a little unhappy with me if she thinks I'm fighting her battles."

"Well, there's no real battle to fight here," he pointed out. "This was months ago." He'd turned into a bunny twice since then.

"He's sure as hell not coming near my simulator again," Anakin decided. "Who teaches people to die?!"

"Yeah, most classes here just teach us to kill." John probably should stop talking soon.

Anakin frowned. "To defend yourself. Everyone's universe isn't as peaceful as this one."

John wasn't sure he could agree. "This one doesn't seem all that peaceful with the invasions we get here."

"Compared to home, this is nothing," Anakin said with a grim smile.

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