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Flight Club [Flight Shed]

There were...things in the sky. Bird like things with talons and shrieks that made him wish for ear plugs. They weren't attacking but Gavin was keeping a wary eye on them. There were snacks and drinks and Gavin was trying to keep them covered and out of harm's way

"So, guys, looks like the island's got some visitors," Gavin said, covering his ears as a few shrieked loudly. "And they appear to be pretty pissed unless that's a really bad way of showing us they come in peace. Amazingly, today's meeting is pretty topical. Today, you've got your ship of choice but you're going to be facing a massive onslaught of enemies ~~a la Space Invaders~~. They're going to keep coming at you and it's going to be your job to avoid getting shot down and losing too much fuel. If it helps, just picture the enemy, which are just going to be drone ships, as these...things that keep shrieking."

Gavin opened the sim door and said, "Get to it!"

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Anemone

Adam Park

Ben Skywalker

Tahiri Veila

John Sheppard

Agnes Nitt

Hoshi Sato

Naomi Wildman

Talk about the harpies, talk to each other, eat snacks!

John wasn't cool with beasts in the sky. Especially when they were throwing rotten things at his head. While he waited for the sim, he checked his collar to see if any bits of crap had gotten in his shirt.

"They're harpies," Agnes informed Gavin.

She was mostly unscathed except for one large splotch of... something unpleasant on her front, which she was steadfastly refusing to clean up.

"Oh, that's what they are?" Gavin asked, chancing a glance up. "They're...unpleasant."

Hoshi had made up her mind that she wasn't going back out there for a long while. In the meantime, she loaded up on snacks. Who knows if it would be safe to run into town for dinner?

Pick your ship, jump in, and destroy some enemies!

After the spectacular failboat of laser tag yesterday, and the latest news from home that made her think she'd better start buckling down, Tahiri was in one of her more focused moods.

It'd also finally occurred to her that part of her problem was not figuring out how to compensate for the fact that really, when it came to the foot yokes in an X-Wing cockpit she only had the slightest reach advantage over an Ewok (yes, she'd gotten subjected to that joke by Face). So as much as she hated it, she put on a pair of heavy-soled boots before she climbed into the sim and programmed it for an X-Wing.

She . . . didn't do too badly, actually, even though her aim was still pretty awful and not even the most charitable person would say she had a smooth hand on the controls. Sure, her S-foils were now stuck in the open position, she'd half fried her engine, she was leaking coolant badly, she had no shields left to speak of, and she had to break off from the engagement when her fuel ran low, but dammit, she hadn't crashed.

There was no somersault onto the roof by the time she got out of the sim, but the grin she was sporting was just as good, if you asked her. Especially after she took her boots back off.

Ben grinned at her. "You didn't crash!"

"I didn't crash!" Tahiri echoed back at him, looking a little shellshocked because it was going to take a while to sink in.

"That's astral!" he exclaimed. "We should celebrate! Want to go kill some harpies?"

Ben failed at dating.

"Can we?" Tahiri asked. "That sounds like fun."

Yes, and this was the girl who got her first kiss in a locker on an airless space station.

Ben beamed at her. "Meet me after in the preserve?" he asked.

The look on Tahiri's face right now was exactly why Kam Solusar had given Corran Horn the 'you poor, poor man' look before the supply-mission-that-wasn't to Eriadu.

"You bet."

That look was one of the things Ben liked most about Tahiri. He grinned at her. "Suppose I should go shoot some fake things out of the sky, huh?"

"That would kind of be the point," she said, nudging at him. "Go make me look bad, flyboy."

"It's what I do," he teased before heading into the sim.

Ben, muttering to himself about needing to get his grandfather specs for the StealthX, climbed into Jaina's version of the X-Wing.

Like a good Skywalker, he left a trail of enemy ship parts scattered across the sky before someone blew his engine up.

Agnes failed miserably at shooting down the ships, because her reflexes weren't all that great. The invaders damaged her ship heavily, and lights all over were blinking warnings. She may have snapped a bit.

Her cry of "OH, YEAH!?!? SUCK ON THIS!!!" was loud enough to literally shake the ground outside the simulator, and she gunned her engines, sped into the center of the cluster of enemies, and set off the self-destruct.

When she stepped out of the simulator, she was a little flushed.

Hoshi had felt pretty useless outside, not trusting her abilities to fight back against the harpies, so she took her aggression out on simulated enemies.

He's there, glancing up at the sky warily.

If he can stand still long enough without trying to engage the harpies!

Anakin was positioned by the doorway, using his telekinesis and the lightsaber he was floating in the air to take care of any harpies that came too close.

He also had a giant stack of towels. No one was sitting in the flight simulator if they weren't clean, dammit.

GCal, you are a thing of wonder.

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