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"To another year of service among the stars, hopefully spent still alive. Cheers, partner."
“We’ve survived this long, haven’t we? Tough ships to shoot down. Cheers.”
The sound of glass clinking together slipped into the room with ease, mingling pleasantly with the friendly atmoshphere between the two. A smile touched the pilot’s lips as she reflected on the years past events.
“I hope to have twice as many near death experiences. Have to break the record from last year.”
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// Well, the Nuka Cola World DLC for fallout 4 is really disappointing
#why#ooc#game talk#guess whats been eating up my time#message me if you wanna hear my ranting of just
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Cruien did not fight the gesture, nor did she stand there with limp arms. She returned the embrace best she could with the armor that was secured to her person. Yes, it was uncomfortable, but that didn’t really matter. She could ignore the way the metal dug into her if it meant she could remain there for just a moment longer. Her arms began to slowly retract once he pulled away, pausing only when his hands searched for her own.
“Easy,” she whispered. “No one else is goin’ to see you like this.”
Her fingers slid neatly in between his digits. The pad of her thumb brushed along his covered hand, providing whatever comfort she could with small touches.
“We’re goin’ to be just fine, you and I. Could’ve been worse.”
She squeezed his hands to reassure him once more before her attention shifted to the broken starfighter they had flown in moments prior. Her shoulders fell when she swept her eyes over the scratched surface and burnt metal. A huff of air pushed through her teeth as a subtle annoyance flared in her chest.
“We can salvage somethin’, I’m sure. It’s not completely ruined. I can tell you know it won’t fly, but if a majority of the cockpit survived it could help us to get a handle on the situation...”
His voice came crackling through her helm, alerting her to his exact position. She turned and looked up at his hanging form, eyes sweeping over his body in an attempt to spot any obvious injury. She saw no blood, no tears, and no metal shards sticking out of his body. All in all, he looked just the same as she, bruised but not broken.
An airy laugh left her as relief flooded her lungs. He was alive. Good. She never doubted his ability to survive such a crash, but one could never be too sure. Anything could happen. She could now laugh at her worry knowing it was pointless. They were both alive, that’s all that mattered.
She pushed towards him when he fell, noting the groan of discomfort. When she arrived at his side she offered her hand to help ease him back to his feet. His question prompted a short chuckle out of the pilot, a sound that was silenced when she heard the faint sound of starfighters in the distance.
“I’m jus’ fine. Are you? Any injuries?” She was not a medical professional in any way. Although she could conclude he had no serious, life-threatening injury, that didn’t mean he was in perfect health. There could be something she did not spot right away. Even if it was something akin to a paper-cut, she would feel more comfortable knowing it was tended to before trying to figure out a solution to their current situation.
“Come on. Let’s survey the damage.”
#arc77#reply#{You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you actually smiled seeing the post.}#{That's so sweet}#{We're doing better.}#{Still flooding in the south#but we're doing what we can to help em out.}#{Are you doing okay?#{I heard about the fires yeah.}#{You're not in danger are you?}
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//happy Munday, everybody
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His voice came crackling through her helm, alerting her to his exact position. She turned and looked up at his hanging form, eyes sweeping over his body in an attempt to spot any obvious injury. She saw no blood, no tears, and no metal shards sticking out of his body. All in all, he looked just the same as she, bruised but not broken.
An airy laugh left her as relief flooded her lungs. He was alive. Good. She never doubted his ability to survive such a crash, but one could never be too sure. Anything could happen. She could now laugh at her worry knowing it was pointless. They were both alive, that’s all that mattered.
She psuhed towards him when he fell, noting the groan of discomfort. When she arrived at his side she offered her hand to help ease him back to his feet. His question prompted a short chuckle out of the pilot, a sound that was silenced when she heard the faint sound of starfighters in the distance.
“I’m jus’ fine. Are you? Any injuries?” She was not a medical professional in any way. Although she could conclude he had no serious, life-threatening injury, that didn’t mean he was in perfect health. There could be something she did not spot right away. Even if it was something akin to a paper-cut, she would feel more comfortable knowing it was tended to before trying to figure out a solution to their current situation.
“Come on. Let’s survey the damage.”
@arc-77
Crash landings were never pretty, but being grounded due to an unpredicted attack on the base? Disgusting.
If Cruien had known that the Resistance would be launching a surprise assault on them, she would’ve been more cautious. Had she been gifted with the ability to peer into the near future things would’ve turned out differently. Unfortunately for the pilot, she could not have predicted the drastic turn of events that forced her and her companion, the Captain Fordo, to the ground. In her defense, though it may be a feeble one, she saw no issue with allowing him inside the TIE Fighter. A chance to show off presented itself. How could she refuse such a rare opportunity?
A single TIE was an easy target for the swarm of X-Wings, even if it was a Special Forces TIE. Those red blasts dissolved her shields faster than she could properly retaliate, leaving the whole fighter vulnerable to abuse. She could recall that, despite being a lower rank than her red and white friend, she gave the order to eject. Yes, her pride suffered a hefty blow from such defeat, but she was alive. Awfully sore, but alive.
The canopy of trees overhead helped shield her from the bright star that illuminated the planet, but the smell of burnt metal ruined what could have been a peaceful view. Well, the smell and ache of her muscles from the landing marred the calm she could’ve felt. Shame.
The pilot wreslted herself free of the harness, doing a quick once-over for any obvious injuries. There was no blood or shattered bones, just minor swelling and deep bruising. She was certain her body would be painted with dark purple splotches, but she’d rather be battered than severely injured.
The TIE landed fairly close to her position, something she was extremely grateful for. It had seen better days, but it wasn’t destroyed by any means. Wouldn’t be able to fly since a blast had knicked the wing, but relatively intact.
“Fordo?” Her call trickled through the confines of her helmet, a barrier that had softened the shout. “You hear me?”
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// I may end up offline if these floods continue. Louisiana isn't lookin good, folks.
#ooc#like#christ#im doing what i can to help my buds who are in the flooded areas#its looking bad down south#i just hope it doesnt get worse
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@arc-77
Crash landings were never pretty, but being grounded due to an unpredicted attack on the base? Disgusting.
If Cruien had known that the Resistance would be launching a surprise assault on them, she would’ve been more cautious. Had she been gifted with the ability to peer into the near future things would’ve turned out differently. Unfortunately for the pilot, she could not have predicted the drastic turn of events that forced her and her companion, the Captain Fordo, to the ground. In her defense, though it may be a feeble one, she saw no issue with allowing him inside the TIE Fighter. A chance to show off presented itself. How could she refuse such a rare opportunity?
A single TIE was an easy target for the swarm of X-Wings, even if it was a Special Forces TIE. Those red blasts dissolved her shields faster than she could properly retaliate, leaving the whole fighter vulnerable to abuse. She could recall that, despite being a lower rank thank her red and white friend, she gave the order to eject. Yes, her pride suffered a hefty blow from such defeat, but she was alive. Awfully sore, but alive.
The canopy of trees overhead helped shield her from the bright star that illuminated the planet, but the smell of burnt metal ruined what could have been a peaceful view. Well, the smell and ache of her muscles from the landing marred the calm she could’ve felt. Shame.
The pilot wreslted herself free of the harness, doing a quick once-over for any obvious injuries. There was no blood or shattered bones, just minor swelling and deep bruising. She was certain her body would be painted with dark purple splotches, but she’d rather be battered than severely injured.
The TIE landed fairly close to her position, something she was extremely grateful for. It had seen better days, but it wasn’t destroyed by any means. Wouldn’t be able to fly since a blast had knicked the wing, but relatively intact.
“Fordo?” Her call trickled through the confines of her helmet, a barrier that had softened the shout. “You hear me?”
#starter#closed starter#{I finally posted this!}#{I hope it was worth the wait.}#{Gonna apologize again for the wait}#{I don't have a long attention span.}#arc77
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//I am so sorry for the lack of activity. I recently bought overwatch to play when I want to relax. But some people have apparently been waiting for me to get it and I can't say no to people. Don't be a me.
#ooc#im looking at you troy#making me play until four in the morning#will you ever be satisfied?#mobile post
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“We do, but there’s no real need to buy anythin’ fancy. Free time is a rare thing in the Order.” A smile lifted the corners of her lips, though the image was obscured by the infamous helmet she wore. “A cup of Caf would do jus’ fine. Won’t be here long.”
“Relax. I’m not here on business or anythin’. Just didn’t have anythin’ else to wear. Limited wardrobe here, y’know.”
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A hushed chuckle vibrated through her chest. That was the second time he had shushed her. She would’ve made a comment it if the current situation hadn’t swallowed her. The moment silenced her quips and snide remarks, calling for a more quiet demeanor. Fingers slipped inbetween his own, thumb running patterns along his hand as she closed her eyes.
“Mm. Sounds like a plan, darlin’. I wouldn’t mind that one bit, no sir. This, right here, is perfect.”
“Yeah, I’ve already gathered that much ‘bout you. You’re not the only one ‘round here that ain’t keen on that. You’ve got a nice face, though, in my opinion. Glad I get t’see it.”
The warmth that enveloped her brought a smile to her face. She reached behind herself, blindly searching for his hand, gripping it ever so gently once her fingers grazed his knuckles. Slowly, she brought it closer, making it more comfortable for her to lazily play with his fingers.
“Mhm. It’s really good.”
#arc77#rp#reply#{Sorry this took longer than usual.}#{Passing out is a risk worth taking for this adorable scene right here.}
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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.
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“Easy, partner, easy. ‘M not here t’cause any problems or start any fights. I’m one woman, a pilot on the ground--what could I do to you? If you really wanted me dead, you would’ve shot by now.”
greeter for @ask-first-order-elite-pilot
“Give me a reason not ‘ta shoot ya.”
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bad idea starters.
❛on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?❜
❛okay, but, consider this: i don’t care. i’m gonna do it.❜
❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜
❛how hard is it to do a wheelie on a motorcycle? how many feet can you go, doing a wheelie, without crashing?❜
❛it’s three in the morning and i’m bored and you’re the only one awake. let’s break into a gas station store.❜
❛WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT FILL UP A “SUPER BIG GULP” CUP WITH 5 HOUR ENERGY AND CHUG THE WHOLE THING. MY HEART HAS EITHER STOPPED COMPLETELY OR IS BEATING SO FAST THAT I CAN’T FEEL MY OWN PULSE.❜
❛is it a bad idea to use mountain dew instead of milk in your cereal?❜
❛i heard if you suck up enough helium, your voice starts to sound really squeaky… wanna go buy some balloons?❜
❛can you cook bacon with a hair straightener? asking for a friend.❜
❛yes, i did beat him up and i will not apologize.❜
❛complaining helps the situation, like, not at all.❜
❛sooooo, i kind of adopted a puppy.❜
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“Yeah, I’ve already gathered that much ‘bout you. You’re not the only one ‘round here that ain’t keen on that. You’ve got a nice face, though, in my opinion. Glad I get t’see it.”
The warmth that enveloped her brought a smile to her face. She reached behind herself, blindly searching for his hand, gripping it ever so gently once her fingers grazed his knuckles. Slowly, she brought it closer, making it more comfortable for her to lazily play with his fingers.
“Mhm. It’s really good.”
“Fierce enough for jus’ bein’ buzzed. It’s a more advanced tipsy, yeah? If I’m actin’ well enough to fool myself, maybe I should do that for a livin’. Pays good. Could get one of ‘em hats that they wore in the holovid.”
She shifted her position, disrupting the comfortable mood she had just settled into, only to push off her chest and arm plating. It took little time for her to do, something she was extremely grateful for. She laid the armor out on the floor then allowed herself to fall back into her original laid-out position.
“Let’s try it, then. We won’t break it…maybe.”
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“I’ve been told I have a sparkling personality when there isn’t a blaster in m’face.”
greeter for @ask-first-order-elite-pilot
“Give me a reason not ‘ta shoot ya.”
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“Relax. I’m not here on business or anythin’. Just didn’t have anythin’ else to wear. Limited wardrobe here, y’know.”
Greeter rp for @ask-first-order-elite-pilot
“…It’s not very often that we get First Order members in this restaurant.. excuse me if I’m surprised.”
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