fandomhigh | Flight & Flying [Tuesday, May 26, 4th period]

The flight shed, when the students entered, would be eating food-off-the-floor levels of spotless and still smell faintly of bleach.

And Anakin would be a barely contained bundle of rage. "Today," he spat, flinging his hand toward the simulator, "we work with the F-16 Flying Falcon, one of the aircraft used by the militaries of this world. It's adequate in air-to-air combat as well as air-to-surface attack, can go more than 850 kilometers before it needs to be refueled and can withstand up to nine G's--pretty high tech for this world's standards."

He opened the simulator door--carefully, despite his obvious rage--and gestured to the controls. "As you can see, it's configured differently than the systems we've been using in the last few weeks, but the joystick and the trigger button are fairly self-explanatory. You'll also be dealing with the Earth's gravity, so if you make the plane go up too quickly, the machine's been equipped to simulate G forces, so you'll pass out or throw up. If you throw up, you and Sheppard will be cleaning that up," he growled.

He clapped his hands together. "Begin! Sheppard, get in the Force-bedamned sim."

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The weapons are simulated, the catharsis is real. Assuming you haven't woken up naked in this room, Anakin will explain how the F-16 works in great detail.

Ben sat down in the cockpit seat, pulled on the silly helmet, glanced around, frowned and then tapped the microphone on. "Okay, so how do I make this thing go?" he asked.

Anakin's voice came through, clear and terse, with detailed instructions. "You're going to have to yank the joystick harder than with the ships at home," he added. "The controls aren't as sensitive."

Ben nodded. "Got it," he said, firing the engines up and feeling himself pulled back in his chair at the pressure of the gravitational forces as he shot into the air. "No dampeners?" he asked.

"No dampeners," Anakin confirmed. "You sick up, you clean up."

No. No, Tahiri hadn't woken up naked in this room.

She did look awfully nervous when she climbed (yes, there was scrambling, hush) into the cockpit and stared at the instrument panel.

"I can do this, right?" She studied the panel a little more intently and wished her voice didn't sound so shaky. "Right. Yeah. Okay."

She hoped.

"You'll be fine," Anakin replied. "This isn't nearly as complicated as an X-Wing."

"It's the remembering-about-gravity part that worries me," she admitted.

"When the plane starts diving for the ground, pull up," Anakin said dryly.

Re: Practice run

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Jon doesn't need the explanation and is practically bouncing in place as he climbs in the cockpit. He had the helmet on in a matter of two seconds and was starting up the sim.

"Do I get extra points if I shoot down Sheppard?" Because he would have so much fun doing it.

"Absolutely not," Anakin replied. "Only I get to shoot down Sheppard."

A lot, if he had his way.

Rose slid into the sim, her fingers sliding over the completely unfamiliar controls for a moment before she put the helmet on. "How do I do this now?" she asked. More politely than she might have if the teacher didn't seem all kinds of pissed about something.

Anakin rattled off the instructions for take off. His voice was terse but he wasn't saying it too fast to be followed.

"Got it," Rose replied, following the start up procedures and getting the plane in the air. She took a breath against the gravitational pull but this was seriously cool.

Firekeeper had not woken up naked in this room, no. Blind Seer, however, was currently naked and in this room. But he was a wolf, so naked was pretty much his default state and thus hopefully forgivable.

Climbing in to the cockpit, the joystick at least was recognizable, but the rest? Even if everything happened to be helpfully labeled, that didn't help much when one couldn't read. "How to start?" Firekeeper called out.

Anakin recited the instructions for take off. He didn't insist on Blind Seer wearing a helmet, either. See? He was being totally reasonable.

Ish.

For him.

Jack had very little idea of what he was doing, but he was generally a quick study. He pulled on the helmet then traced his fingertips over the contours of the controls.

"What should I do first?"

Anakin's voice came through the helmet, reciting the instructions for take off. "Got it?" he concluded.

"I hope so, sir," Jack confirmed. He slowly followed the instructions, making sure he was doing everything exactly as explained, and felt the sim seemingly lurch into the air.

sith_happened - 2009-05-26 18:01 (UTC) - Expand

For as far as Anemone had come in dealing with her conditioning, being around someone she thought of as a commanding officer who was clearly Not Happy was kicking the ingrained imperative to be submissive into high gear.

Fighting it was giving her a headache, and Anemone grit her teeth as she slid into the seat. "What's the plane's G force limit?" she asked tersely, running her fingers over the controls. She could handle G forces better than her classmates, but that didn't mean the plane could.

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"Nine g's through the turns," Anakin said. "Don't black out."

Which wasn't telling her not to push the plane. Score.

"Won't," Anemone promised, starting take-off procedures. "My threshold is at about eighteen before loss of consciousness occurs." Admittedly, that was when she was hopped up on the combat drugs and in peak form, but anything fourteen and under typically wasn't an issue.

Zayne took a seat in the cockpit and put the helmet on. And then, because he had no clue, he asked, "What now?"

Anakin replied with detailed instructions about takeoff. "Don't crash," he concluded helpfully.

"I'll do my best not to," Zayne said. "Thank you."