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[falconing]

Who: Han Solo [falconing] and YOU.
Broadcast: Network-wide!
Action: The Huntress.
When: Now!

[ han solo, on board the huntress, has had a tumultuous week. nothing in comparison to his friends (though, really, if his long-lost family showed up here, han probably wouldn't be able to recognize them, let alone marginally care), but tiring all the same. he's been collecting information from passerby and explored arslae quite a bit. now, he's ready to talk on the network.

of sorts, anyway.

han is sitting at his pilot station in the huntress, and there are some missing panels and things being rearranged and han setting up his chair just the way he likes it. there's no chewbacca here (annoyingly, and, if han admits it, depressingly), so han is doing the work on his own. with some interruptions.

after a moment or two of thinking, han decides to speak.

(if he were smart, he would've figured out what he wanted to say beforehand, but that shit isn't for corellian smugglers.) ]

So I guess I've been assigned to the Huntress, and I've met most of you on board so far... but greetings, salutations, whatever. I'm Han Solo, your new pilot. I'd apologize for the mess, but you'll thank me later.

[ probably. if he doesn't blow up the ship first. ]

I've got a few questions about this Fleet -- one, how many people around here have actually set foot off planet before coming here? Two, any of you know how to fly a ship before getting here? Second part -- who here is a pilot? And three, if any of you have seen a Wookiee by the name of Chewbacca -- he's tall, furry, growls a lot, might've threatened to kill you once or twice -- steer him in my direction. He's harmless. Mostly.

[ han seems to be ready to leave it there, but he glances toward his station before resettling his focus on the camera with a grin, eyes bright. to those who know han solo, esteemed general of the rebellion and captain of the millennium falcon, you can almost be guaranteed what is about to come out of his mouth is no good. ]

So who wants to test out how fast these buckets of bolts can go?

[ confirmed. ]

Comments

[tothefly]

Well, twelve parsecs is something.

[She pats the console in front of her, considering.]

The Windrose here isn't exactly designed for racing.

Shuttles, on the other hand...been out in those yet?

[falconing]

Anything can be designed for racing if you try hard enough.

[ c'mon, nat. ]

And I haven't, but I've heard I'd have fun.

[tothefly]

You are truly an inspiration. Unfortunately, I don't actually want to end up mopping a few thousand gallons of salt water out of my cargo bay, so I'll have to take a raincheck on the ship races.

You feel up for a shuttle race, though, I'll be outside the Marsiva in ten.

[She's interested in seeing if the shuttles get any extra boost from a piloting augment, anyway. What better way to find out?]

[falconing]

[ again with the shuttles. luke, surely, would be better at that than han, but han can fly anything that moves. surely he'll be fine.

probably. ]

... well, how am I gonna refuse a challenge like that?

Ten minutes it is.

[tothefly]

That was the idea. See you then.

[Yes, the shuttles are truly demeaning. Or they will be, once she finishes this. There's a shuttle waiting outside the Marsiva for him, the one ship in the Fleet that generally gets a wide berth.]

[falconing]

[ ten minutes (and one borrowed coat later, as leia still has his), han is stepping down off the huntress and heading toward the marsiva. and once he sees the shuttle, he steers himself over there, surveying it slightly. ]

Give me a few minutes to get myself acquainted?

[ to natasha, with a slight grin.

in fairness, of course. ]

[tothefly]

By all means. Wouldn't want this to be unfair.

[The shuttles look pretty much the same from ship to ship, aside from a few crews who've painted theirs. The Windrose shuttles are pretty basic, only marked with the ship sigil. Natasha's maneuvered into place around a more or less arbitrary starting line, even with the Marsiva's unreachable docking bays.]

[falconing]

[ the shuttles seem to be relatively normal, and han inspects it with a surveying glance. easy controls. throttle, brake... ]

-- how often do you take these out?

[tothefly]

[Basically Baby's First Spaceship. Nice and easy, thanks to the implant in their heads.]

At least once or twice a week these days. Being trapped in a sardine can with five other people isn't exactly my idea of a good time, but I am their captain, so...

[falconing]

I hear you on the sardine can.

[ the falcon is much bigger, and han knows it like the back of his hand. this ship is taking some getting used to. ]

How'd you get the role of captain?

[tothefly]

[It had been worse, before they'd upgraded the sleeping arrangements. Sharing bunk beds in a close room with four other people wasn't her idea of a good time. It wasn't much better now, but at least she had a tiny room to escape to. And no snoring to put up with.]

Previous captain vanished. Someone had to run things. Why, you thinking of looking for a promotion?

[falconing]

Not on my ship.

[ but curious, maybe, how people get stuck with that job. ]

There's been a break out of people grabbing the title of captain without really knowing what the hell they're doing, so I think I'll stay out of it.

[tothefly]

[Some of them seek it out, she's sure. There's people who'll take whatever power they can get, or equate a title with power. Most of them, she thinks, are arbitrary. Accidental captains.]

That's bound to be a trend, in a place like this. Atroma's got a thing for the overenthusiastic, I think. Sounds like you made the smart decision.

Ready to do this? Two laps, from here to the Iskaulit and back?

[The alien ship of the fleet is hard to miss. It's bigger than all the others, and tends to coast along towards the very back of the Marsiva's field of gravity. The perfect marker.]

[falconing]

[ han glances toward the shuttle before rolling a shoulder, tossing natasha a grin. ]

Got it.

[ and he pushes himself up into the shuttle, sliding into the seat with the practiced ease of someone who probably does shuttle runs... a lot. or did, anyway. when he was younger. before the falcon. ]

Two laps, to the Iskaulit.