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Flight Club [after classes]

There was a decidedly sulky Ben in the front of the classroom with his left arm in a sling.

Stupid tiny rancors.

"So this weekend was...eventful," he said dryly. "I'm glad the fog is gone. Today is Tahiri's choice for flying options because I can't get into a cockpit for another few days."

Stupid, stupid tiny rancors.

Along with the decidedly sulky Ben was a Tahiri who was decidedly not trying very hard not to look too amused. It wasn't her fault he'd gone and gotten hurt on a week she'd come up with some new programs.

"Your atmospheric option for today is the Sikorsky S-76 helicopter," she said, reading a quick overview of the controls off her datapad since it wasn't one she was familiar with either, and unlike some people here who could fly just about anything ever but weren't in any condition to fly today, she needed to get acquainted with the craft first. "They get used as air ambulances a lot in most versions of contemporary Earth, so that's what you'll be doing today. You can choose from either an urban or rural setting. The urban one's got lots of skyscrapers to maneuver around, but the rural one's got high winds to contend with." She grinned.

"As for your spaceflight choice, we've got an A-Wing interceptor for you. Personally, I don't think they're as great as most A-Wing pilots like to brag they are --" because the rivalry between X-Wing and A-Wing pilots was epic -- "but they are fast. See if you can manage last week's trench run scenario in something that requires a lot more precise reaction time from you as a pilot."

See, it wasn't her fault she'd already programmed the sim for a craft that required you to have really, really good reflexes to fly it well before Ben got hurt.

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Like you were going to fly awesome ships that Ben can't.

Leia Organa

Warren Worthington III

Momoko Akatsutsumi

Anemone

Like mingling things! Exchange war stories from the weekend!

Momoko mingled, considering the ship options today. She was totally itching to try a helicopter, since Reno liked them so much, and the speed of the A-wing almost made up for the very tiny cockpit. Choices, choices.

But really, now that the fog was gone she was totally wanting a real flight.

Edited 2010-03-30 05:12 (UTC)

Urban or rural setting, as Tahiri mentioned. Mmm. Helicopters.

Which aren't as astral as X-Wings. So Ben didn't care at all that people got to fly them when he couldn't. Really. Just ask him.

Unlike half her relatives, Leia felt fine ~~mainly due to having played with herself not dirty omg~~, so she was eyeing the A-Wing with great interest. Her father -- no, the other one -- would probably have a heart attack if he knew she was going to fly a fighter. Even if it was just simulated.

Only one of whom is doing a credible impression of a three year old.

The one who was not doing a credible impression of a three-year-old was also being very nice and not pointing out to the one who was that he was . . . acting like his age in her timeline.

Because Tahiri was nice like that . . . but not so nice that she wouldn't take her turn in the sim for both scenarios, no.

"A-Wing interceptor?" Leia said to Tahiri. "Interesting ship. I've never seen anything like it. Is it from your time?"

She had to wonder now if it would be a bad plan to take the technical readouts of some of these ships back home and pass them to her father. They could be useful!

Tahiri gave Leia a quick once-over, because if one more member of that family was in a sling this week she was going to be very put out, although less so than Anakin. Not spotting any injuries, and definitely no sling, she relaxed a bit and tapped a finger against her lips, thinking. Starfighter history wasn't exactly a hobby of hers, but she'd heard enough from the Fleet mechanics in the leadup to the Ebaq 9 campaign to piece things together. "It's from before my time. A little after yours, though."

Like . . . post-Battle of Yavin a little after hers.

She smiled slightly. "Hi, Leia. Got through your first taste of Fandom invasion all right, I see."

"I got a little banged up," Leia admitted, "but my father called in one of his students to heal me. She was better than bacta. I'm as good as new. How are you doing?"

"Just fine," Tahiri assured her; the cut on the side of her head had healed up nicely, since she'd taken the opportunity to work on her own healing trance while she'd been in the clinic with Ben. "I bet I know who he called in, too."

"Raven?" Leia said. "You know her?" She was polite enough not to to say "the fangirl."

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Even though it was kind of justified . . .

"She's a friend," Tahiri allowed with a nod.

It was halfway a miracle she hadn't said "the fangirl."

"She seems...devoted," Leia said. She still wasn't quite sure why it bothered her so much, but it did.

Maybe it was related to the reason Gabrielle got on Tahiri's nerves!

"She does tend to be that way," Tahiri allowed with a grin. "She's like a determined nexu cub when she gets her teeth into an idea."

"She could put medical droids out of business," Leia conceded. "But I'm not sure I like the idea of someone being able to know what I'm feeling without me telling them." Because it already bugged her enough when her father did it.

Tahiri's grin turned rueful. "I've noticed that puts some people off. I try not to do it if I can help it."

Leia made a face. "Is there any way to stop someone from doing that?"

"You could ask?" Tahiri suggested dubiously. "Though honestly, given your family, you may as well get used to it."

Oh, Force, did she seriously just say that to Leia?

"It's infuriating enough when my father knows what I feeling when I don't necessarily want him to know," Leia signed. "It's not fair that you and my daughter and my nephew can, too. At least the droid babies can't."

". . . droid babies?" It took Tahiri a second. "Oh, Force, it's that time of the semester again, isn't it?"

"You had to deal with that, too?" Leia said. "My father thought he was being clever giving me twins." She rolled her eyes, just a little bit.

"He gave you twins?" Tahiri couldn't help giggling. "I should have seen that one coming. And be glad -- when I was in that class, we had Ewoks."

"I named the girl Jaina, of course," Leia said with a laugh. "The boy got named after my father. Little Anakin."

And there went the giggling, replaced by a slight paling of Tahiri's face and a stunned expression.

"Oh," she said quietly, and while it didn't hurt exactly, her stomach still made an odd little twist. Stupid future knowledge. Stupid . . . okay, yes, it still hurt. Just not as much as it might have a few months ago. "That's fitting."

Leia frowned. "Are you all right?" she asked, concerned. She didn't need any special gifts to read the expression on Tahiri's face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Tahiri said quickly, and not convincingly enough -- no kriffing way she'd consider mindtricking Leia. "It's just . . . I think it's really nice of you, that's all."

"What aren't you telling me?" Leia said, not buying it.

Tahiri smiled slightly -- this was actually not quite as hard to do as she thought it might be -- and rubbed at the back of her neck. "That it doesn't surprise me in the least that you would name your son after your father."

"Because...I will?" Leia said slowly. "I'm going to have a son, too? Not just Jaina?" Which shouldn't have surprised her, because growing up she'd always wanted a brother or sister, so surely she'd want her daughter to have a sibling as well, but still...why hadn't anyone told her before now.

Probably because the subject of either of Jaina's brothers was a pretty sore one for anyone who could have told her. Tahiri swallowed, hard, and bit her lip; it wasn't a denial, but her awkward silence worked pretty well as a confirmation, so she had to nod, briefly.

There was just no way she was going to tell Leia what happened to him.

And Leia wasn't going to ask, not yet at least, not with the look on Tahiri's face. "I guess that means I end up having a good relationship with my father then," she said lightly. Not that things weren't going relatively well already. Well, with a different her and a different Anakin that Tahiri knew. Ow, headache imminent.

Yeah, welcome to the collective headache, Leia. It's okay; you'll get used to it, too. Sort of. In as much as you can ever get used to constantly feeling like your head is the interior wall of the Kessel spice mines.

Tahiri's, for the record, felt like someone was trying to open a new vein of glitterstim using concussive ordnance.

"I guess it does," she allowed, smiling a little more genuinely now. It wasn't inaccurate, really; the name had been a gesture of forgiveness on Leia's part. Had been . . . would be . . . yes.

Headache.

And that left Ben to be totally sulking.

Who probably wants to try out the A-Wing sim.

Anakin totally wanted to try out the simulation. He'd also really appreciate his family members not going out and getting whomped around.

He was pretty sure that the simulation was the only thing he'd get his way on today.

And done! Here, have a Merbiwan.

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