and the stars look very different today

[crackentwist]

Who| Pash and whoever wanders through.
What| What's the first thing a pilot does in a brand new galaxy? Ogle the brand new ships, obviously.
Where| The hangar.
When| Same day he gets out of medical.
Warnings/Notes| Nah.


There were a lot of places he could've gone first, and most of them were more reasonable choices (and he knew it), but Pash Cracken was a pilot at heart. So the full tour and everything that came with it was temporarily deferred, as he made his way to the place that was guaranteed to be first on any pilot's mind when they found themselves with a new (temporary) home: the hangar.

It didn't actually seem like much, in contrast to the rest of the ship; Legion World might be far larger than any capital ship he'd ever served on in his own dimension, but there wasn't much variety in the ships it carried. Unfamiliar designs, naturally, but as he paced around the smallest, the size and structure were clues enough. Shuttles or transports, meant for moving a group - but nothing of a smaller class.

"Well, it's no A-wing," he mused, stopping around the back and leaning in to take a look at the exhaust ports.

(Which, of course, reminded him of the early days of the A-wing, before they'd gone into mass production after Endor. Back when his flight group was issued some of the first ones out of the workshop, still being individually made with whatever parts were available and no standardized quality control -)

"Thank the Force for that."

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[iamresponding]

He wasn't the only one wondering what kind of ships they had on hand. Maybe Rich wasn't a general anymore but the instinct was still there to see what resources and manpower they were working with juuust in case he ever wound up in charge of anything. Grif's vidpost on the network had helped a lot with that, in making it clear what kind of superpowers everyone was working with.

Rich had already checked out the labs to see what tech was on hand and the hangar was the next part of his little tour.

He'd seen the guy on the network or else he might've thought he was a crew chief. Hell, maybe he was one back home -- but chances were he was a pilot if he was thanking any higher powers that the ship wasn't some kind of model or another from his world.

"They don't exactly look zippy but they seem serviceable," he said of the ships when he saw the man checking them. "I got a glimpse of the specs in the Labs."

He wasn't exactly an engineer but he'd learned enough about technology to have a good idea of what he was looking at when it was dumped in front of him. You had to when you were figuring out what weapons and ships to throw where in a battlefield.

He flew up in the air -- man, these flight rings were handy since his flight was gone -- and nosed in near the thrusters. The way he flew made it clear he was used to doing it, that for him it was something as fluid and natural as walking, but that was what happened when you'd had flight for most of your life since you were seventeen-years-old.

"Better than some of the birds we had during the war back home, at any rate. We were running so low on ships that we were jury-rigging short-pulse engines to freighters at one point and crossing our fingers that they even had the structural integrity for it. I'll tell you what, freighter captains are the craziest people I've ever seen. Although the craziest man I ever met was a space trucker."

A pause.

"And I mean he was a trucker. He flew a truck. In space."

Rich's universe was pretty nuts sometimes and he was the first to admit it.