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Flight Club - Flight Shed, Monday (After Classes)

Your intrepid club leaders didn't look particularly cheerful today, after the weekend. And Tahiri, in particular, looked like she was ready to climb into an actual cockpit and not just a simulation -- crisp flight suit, boots (ugh), very compact travel bag.

"Hey, guys," she said, hands tucked behind her back. "After this weekend we could probably use a pretty easy day, huh?"

Ben kept sneaking glances at her outfit, looking unhappy. "Or possibly a chance to shoot things in a safe environment," he added. Which he really wanted to do. "So our land-based option today is speeder bikes," he said, then went through the basic controls of one.

"You'll like those," Tahiri added, going for cheerful and missing by a few centimeters. "If you think you're up for it, today's spaceflight option is one that isn't actually from our galaxy, even though the ship looks kind of similar to some of our snubfighters . . . it's a Viper Mark II." It was her turn to go over the controls there, which took a while; the Mark II wasn't known for having a technologically advanced instrument panel. "The tricky thing about these is they don't carry lasers. Those guns carry actual ammo. Well -- simulated actual ammo, anyway, so it'll have a different kind of kick. Just keep that in mind while you're shooting things, okay?"

Ben nodded. "Have fun, guys."

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"Yeah, and yeah, it has to be now." Tahiri didn't blame him at all for sounding that way. "You know I have to do this."

Ben leaned in to rest his head against hers. Whining about fairness was pointless.

"I know," he said, his Force-sense a roil of emotion.

Tahiri's Force-sense wasn't much less of a mess, which made it rather a sad failure when she tried to extend calm towards him. "Why can't the universe just take a break from being crazy for a little while?" she asked, wrapping her arms around him. "We could use the breather."

"Well, going into a warzone is a change of pace, at least?" he tried.

Not that she was actually heading into the war itself, but it was enemy-occupied territory so it was close enough. "I'll be missing the Bahamas extra while I'm there," Tahiri offered with a shaky laugh. "And you, but you should know that."

"I know that, but it's nice to hear anyway," Ben said, running his finger along her cheekbone.

"That's why I'm telling you, gundark," Tahiri replied, turning to kiss his fingertip.

"You'll be careful."

It wasn't a request.

"Are dinners on Hapes overly complicated?"

That translated to 'duh.'

Ben gave her a smile that almost reached his eyes. "Come back with all of your parts intact. May the Force be with you."

Yeah, even if his aunt and grandfather were around, he was getting a kiss today. Just in case, even if this was practically a standard script every time one of them was headed out.

"Check, and check. Love you, Ben."

So Tahiri was clinging a little bit. Shh.

And let's not dwell too much on how two teenagers have a standard script for heading off to potentially get shot at.

Ben was more than happy to cling and to ignore his relatives. "Love you too."

Or how they took it for granted that there was nothing weird about having a standard script for that.

"You'll be all right while I'm gone?" Tahiri asked, still holding on tightly.

Ben was quiet for a moment, weighing the evidence. "I'll find something to keep me busy," he finally offered.

"Of course you will." Tahiri -- who knew perfectly well that 'all right' was always relative where Ben was concerned -- gave him an indulgent half-smile. "It's what you always do."

"And then you'll come back and we'll go for ice cream," he said.

Mmm. Repression.

Tahiri refused to think about how much ice cream he'd eat if she didn't make it back.

"Don't try any new flavors without me, okay?"

"I won't," Ben promised. "Need me to put any into your bag?"

Eww, Ben, no.

"I'm not carrying a refrigeration unit around with me," Tahiri retorted, unable to help a little laugh. "And now I've gone and given you ideas, so by the time I get back you'll have come up with a portable ice cream machine I can put on my equipment belt."

"It's the something that will keep me busy," Ben said, leaning in for another kiss.

"When you're not driving Ender or Karla crazy," Tahiri supplied before wrapping her arms around him to kiss him again.

Very, very thoroughly, just in case.

Ben had no problem with that idea at all. AT ALL.

He'd remember that his grandfather and tiny aunt were in the room in a little while.

Well, shh, Tahiri wasn't reminding him.

Nor was she reminding either of them that this was probably not appropriate club-leader behavior.

Priorities, people.

Well, they'd miss making out at reserves tomorrow, so...

. . . they had to do it sometime this week. Just to maintain the balance of things.

It was totally out of a sense of Jedi obligation. Really.

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