fandomhigh | Spaceships 101- 1st period- Week #8

"Hey, guys," Jaina greeted the class when everyone had shown up. "We're going to be changing things up a little for you guys today. I know most of you have experience with X-wings, and if you don't, don't worry. But we're not going to be flying them today. You're going to be flying against them."

She activated the projection of this week's ship, and continued, "This is a clawcraft. It's originally an Imperial design, now best known as Chiss ships. No, you're not expected to know who the Chiss are. They look a little different than you're probably used to. They're built with some impressive shielding, which protects the pilot in the cockpit, and the way they're built means they can manueuver really well. I've been shot down in an X-wing by a few of these; they're good ships." And she could actually say this like it was nothing, go her. "I also have to add the disclaimer that while I have a lot of experience flying against and alongside these, it's one of the few I think I haven't flown, because some people won't let you take their ships out for a joyride no matter how nicely you ask."

She adjusted the the projection to show an X-wing to those who might not know. "You're going to be dogfighting today, which means you're in the clawcraft going head to head with the X-wing. The objective's simple: blow them up, don't get blown up yourself. If there are no questions, let's get the first person in."

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"A small shuttle, yes." She nodded. "It didn't come with me; given the stress it was under when I disappeared, I suspect it was destroyed."

"I'm sorry," Tahiri said with a reflexive wince; space-rated craft had been at a premium for a long time during the war. "Where were you trying to go, if you don't mind my asking?"

"It was just a training flight." Cally nodded toward the simulator. "Much like this class, only with actual spacecraft. No one was hurt, at least. I was alone on the shuttle, communicating remotely with my instructor."

Her gaze flicked downward for a moment as she added, "And my sister." There was a smile there somewhere, though. "Only one of those was through official channels; he'd not have been best pleased to know he had competition for my attention."

Tahiri managed a bit of a grin. "As someone who's had to tell other pilots to quit cluttering up the comm with chatter, I sympathize with him . . . but since I've had to be told that much more often myself, I can hardly look disapproving, can I?"

The grin faded as she asked, "Have you been able to get in touch with them since?"

"We weren't using the comm for chatter; just our minds." Cally's smile didn't disappear entirely; it just turned a little more strained. "I haven't been able to contact them again - neither technologically nor telepathically."

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The half-growled noise Tahiri let out was hard to translate, but managed to sound sympathetic nonetheless. "Oh, Force. I really am sorry . . . you're a telepath?"

Cally nodded. "Most of my people are. Not so strong that we could contact each other across centuries, though."

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