Fandom Pilots and Techs ( Millie and Rusty )

[DarthMillicent]

Rey
Now, more than ever, Rey was determined to get as strong as possible. Not just in physical strength but in mental strength and abilities as well. With the Resistance the way it was at the current point she knew that she had to do everything she could. Jedi training was now something she had to do on her own, using Luke's teachings to guide her and her friends as sparring partners, but there were things she could learn from the others around the makeshift base as well. One of the things she wanted to learn the most (something she had already shown an aptitude towards) was to be a better pilot.

Being a pilot, one strong enough to handle things on her own, meant that she could lead missions on her own. With their forces only starting to grow again the Resistance needed as many leaders as it could get. Poe was busier than ever now as he helped Leia and Rey knew it was time that she stepped up even further. Chewie had been helping her some but what Rey really wanted to fly were X-Wings. She wanted to be able to support herself... Not to mention it had been her dream since she was a child to soar through the stars.

With some pestering she had managed to get Leia to sign on to her training... the only catch was that it couldn't interfere with anything else going on. This meant that her training hours were low to nonexistent... There were always a million and two things going on.

Much like any other day, Rey was currently training as close to the flight deck as possible. She was using all of her time, except for that dedicated to meditation and eating, watching the pilots as she trained with her staff and the Force. The fact that her saber had broken was definitely a let down, but she could use her training with Luke in most forms of combat. She would practice while keeping an eye on all that was going on. If anyone seemed to have a minute she would be there before they even sat for a break.

Bea
Bea had no small influx of things to repair. With the Resistance the way it was there was plenty of things that needed fixing. Not only was there things that got damaged in fighting, but also parts and pieces that needed to be salvaged to create new things and replace what was lost. She was in her element with it all. Numerous items passed over her workstation each day and she was marveled by it all. Pieces new and old needed to be utilized to their best ability and she loved the challenge of it all. Regular work was fine, and she always was more than happy to do her job... but now she got to build instead of just fixing. Her mind was constantly being used and tested in new ways.

Before, when everything was at its height, she was mostly fixing blasters and droids. Now she wasn't even just confined to her workspace. She had been making rounds all oer the new base to fix everything from refershers to ship engines. She couldn't get bored if she tried. When she was done with her assigned tasks, there was always time for tinkering. She had been outfitting droids and equipment with new creations she fashioned out of scrap.

Today she was working hard on an engine one of the pilots had scavenged on a recent trip. The piece of machinery looked almost brand-new but there was something blocking a few of the main components. She was currently sprawled out on the grass with the engine in a million and two pieces. With grease on her hands and face, she was finally starting to get somewhere. She had taken off the top of her coveralls, sitting now in a tank top due to the heat. Her long hair was pulled up on top of her head, messy bits being pushed back every now and again. Nothing a shower couldn't clean.[/divide]

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Rylen briskly walked through the halls of the Resistance's new base, looking around for Rey. As one of the best pilots, he was assigned to the legendary Rogue Squadron, which had been reinstated after the disastrous evacuation of D'Qar. Leading Rogue Squadron was one of it's founders, Wedge Antilles, a legendary star pilot who'd survived both Death Star battles, and destroyed the second. He'd actually been made General, to replace the late Admiral Ackbar, even if the man preferred the flightstick over a bridge. Antilles had taken Rylen under his wing from the start, and the younger Corellian respected the General immensely.

The pilot wasn't sure why Rey had been assigned to be trained, but it wasn't really his business. With the shortage of pilots, they'd need everyone they could. The young pilot eventually came face to face with Rey, saying, "Uh, hey. You're Rey, right? We-General Antilles sent me, said it's about time you fly a real fighter. I'm Rylen, Rylen Alder. Pleasure to meet ya." He shook the woman's hand, instantly feeling the Force in her. He recoiled a bit, the memories flooding back as he said, "C'mon, let's go." He walked off on his own, trying to brush aside the memories as best he could. He saw flashes of that night. The screams, the fire, the blood...he was eventually able to clear his mind and focus on the now, and on helping train the new recruit. He led her to the hangar, and brought her face to face with the legend that was Wedge Antilles.

Wedge turned from the datapad he was reading, saying, "Ah, you must be Rey. General Organa told me about you. I'm Wedge Antilles, your CO. This is Captain Rylen Alder, he'll be helping you through this." Rylen stood at attention, eventually assuming a much more relaxed posture. Wedge stood in front of the two, asking Rey, "So... what's your experience flying? Have you ever flown an X-Wing before?"


Poe wasn't very clean himself, having decided to fix up his X-Wing by himself. Plus, he'd modified it so much that he was probably the only person who knew how to repair the thing without causing it to explode in a firey inferno. Black Leader had finally finished up for the day, taking a stroll outside to get some fresh air. Poe took a long, deep breath, letting the familiar scent of a hangar fill his lungs. Some people liked fresh air. Poe liked the smell lf coolant, fuel, and tibbana gas. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, BB-8 beeping and rolling around him excitedly. The pilot chuckled a bit, kneeling down as he asked, "What's up, buddy? Whaddya trying to tell me?"

Poe's attention eventually fell onto Bea, trying to fix an engine. They knew each other decently well, as did most of the surviving Resistance members, and she was a damn good mechanic. She'd been at it non-stop all day, and knowing how difficult it was to repair an engine...Poe decided to help her, if he could. He wasn't one to force help onto others, but he also wasn't one to not offer it when he could. Plus, he could at least leave BB-8 there to help out. An astromech Droid would be extremely useful, at all.

The pilot finally made his way over to Bea after a few minutes, saying sarcastically, "Damn, next you'll be fixing a hyperdrive with nothing but a hydrospanner and some coolant fluid, eh?" BB started bumping into Poe, as the little Droid was always trying to get Poe hooked up with someone. Black Leader knelt down, asking sincerely, "Hey, need any help? You've been at it all day. At least let me take a bit of the burden off ya." BB-8 began booping and beeping excitedly, already handing Bea a tool, almost as a way to bribe her into accepting Poe's offer of help.

 

[DarthMillicent]

Rey
Rey couldn't shake her smile. Wedge Antilles was one of the highest ranking members of the Resistance, and if he wanted to meet with her she knew it had to do with her flight training. She followed Rylen happily, trying to commit his name to memory as they went along. She always did her best to be polite and wanted to make a good impression on a new friend. She barely paid attention as they went, thanking the Force for well... being the Force and keeping her from running into anything before they made it inside.

Rey tucked her arms neatly behind herself as she stood before Wedge. She couldn't take her eyes off of him if she tried, excitement coursing through her. "Wonderful to formally meet you both." Rey snuck in before Wedge asked her anymore questions. "I've flown a few things, sir. Most recently, the Falcon, but mostly as a co-pilot. I've flown a few smaller craft as well."

Bea
Bea looked up at the pair, shaking her head with a gentle laugh. "Company is always appreciated." She said simply, grabbing the socket wrench the little droid had handed over. "You have any experience fixing things that aren't your own X-wing?" She teased, moving over a bit so Poe could see all of what was going on. Bea had been meticulously cleaning each part trying to figure out what in the Stars was causing such a good piece of equipment to cease working at all.

"They don't have you off on a mission somewhere?" She asked, turning her attention back to her work. The parts were lined up the the order that they came apart in so it would be easier to put them all back together. Having a droid to scan things would definitely make the work a bit faster, so she wouldn't complain even if she usually preferred working alone.