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Dec 21, 2017 02:08PM
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"Nine?" she asked, "... just... fix it, okay?"
A series of annoyed but agreeable bleeps had Nine moving towards the X-Wing, and she turned away, beginning to strip various pieces of her uniform off, her orange flysuit unzipped and pulled from her shoulders to reveal dark leggings and a simple khaki tank top. Around her neck was a necklace made from an unusual looking metal, a cyber crystal hanging freely from the chain.
The door to the X-Wing workshop opened with a hiss and some mechanical clanging. Lydra never understood why no one ever fixed the door so that it would open more smoothly. This place was teeming with mechanics, after all. She was about to call someone over to complain, but there wasn't a mechanic within earshot. They must have run when they saw her come in since the last time she was here, she nearly threw a wrench at the incompetent mechanic who was fixing her X-Wing. There was still one person there, however."Getting into trouble without me?" Lydra asked, approaching Maeva. Maeva was her senior, more so by experience than by age, with Lydra only joining the Resistance about five years ago. "And a lot of it by the complaints of your droid," She added with a smirk. Her squadron leader had been bothering her about getting a droid to help her co-pilot, but she could never seem to find one that she really liked.
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"Oh, believe me," she replied, "I'm not going to be the one in trouble when I get my hands on the Captain. We were so fucking outnumbered." She throws her jumpsuit down in slight frustration. "The Empire have this new pilot under their belt. Yeah, a pilot with legitimate talent, if you could believe it..." She gestured to her X Wing. "Just look at the state of it. And we lost about two thirds of our squadron. We're not overflowing with rebel applicants to begin with."
"I'll certainly be betting on you in that fight," Lydra said, although her concern was apparent from the slight wrinkle forming between her brows. Maeva was right that they didn't have pilots to spare. The fight with the Empire had been occurring for so long that people had grown tired of the fight."You said a pilot with talent?" Lydra inquired, intrigued by the idea, "I thought that the Empire required their pilots be terrible. If their pilots start learning how to actually use their ships instead of flying them straight into our crosshairs, we're doomed." The Empire certainly had the Resistance outnumbered.
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"We need better droids," she added, turning her head to peer at Nine, "R9 is fine, but I've had her since I was a kid, we're in tune. I've spoken to the Vice Admiral about looting some more... You need one, for one."
"I've never been one for having a co-pilot," Lydra said with a slight frown, "But I can't deny that there are times when it could be helpful." She noticed that Maeva was worrying again. She had certain tics that gave her away. This time, there was a good reason to be nervous, though. It seemed as though it would take a miracle for the Resistance to gain the upper ground now. She didn't want to say the words aloud, though. Maeva seemed devoted to the cause, much more than Lydra was. She didn't want to dash the hopes of one of the only friends that she had within the Resistance.
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The mechanics may have been borderline deplorable, but the engineers the Generals had labouring over plans and blueprints 24/7 were some of the best minds in the galaxy in Maeva's opinion, and whatever the Empire cooked up, they were sure not to be left too far behind.
"Well, I'm glad that your droid is working hard," Lydra said, "I'd be a wreck without you here." She could tell that her words were heard through the sounds of maintenance that the droid was performing because she was acknowledged by a series of proud beeps and chirps. She laughed a bit, warming up to the idea of getting a droid of her own."Really?" Lydra responded, perking up at the news, "What sort of breakthrough?" She was glad to see that Maeva seemed to have cheered up, although she wondered how healthy it was for them to be able to dismiss the death of others so easily. She supposed that was just the way that things were during war, so she decided not to think about it too much.
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She arrives at one of the side rooms, punching in her access code before leading Lydra into the room, her lips quirking up as she looked at the glorious mess everywhere. "It's a right state," she allowed, "But I'd like to informally announce that we have just matched the Empire's technology for tracking through hyperspace."
Lydra followed Maeva, her long silver hair swaying gently as she walked. She had always found these halls to be confining, and would much rather be in her X-Wing despite it being smaller, perhaps because she felt more like she was in open space. Her silent complaints were stopped whenever they arrived at their destination."Are you serious?" Lydra said, halting in her tracks for a second upon hearing the news, "This...this is incredible!" She laughed excitedly, looking around the room to take it all in. "How does it work?" She asked, examining one of the parts left strewn across a table.
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Lydra was glad that Maeva had given her the simple explanation. These sorts of things had never been her strong suit. She was just the one who went out and executed the plans using whatever new tech the engineers came up with."Of course," Lydra agreed. She doubted that there was anyone aboard this ship who she would trust with telling this sort of information anyways. Besides, she doubted that Maeva was supposed to tell her. Lydra already got reprimanded enough, and she certainly didn't want to drag Maeva into that with her.
"If this works, this could change everything," She said, her excitement still very apparent.
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Most would say Maeva was too cautious, but when it came to things like this, she was the exact opposite. Blinded by her desire to bring justice and freedom, and dead set on over ambitious missions like the one she was cooking up inside of her. Not that Lydra would regularly try and talk her down from her silly ideas, which was one of the reasons they were friends.
The shine in Maeva's eyes seemed to spread to Lydra's like wildfire. She was always ready for a fight. Her eyes reflected the blue light from the galaxy, never ceasing to be enamored with it."What did you have in mind?" She asked, wondering if she already had a plan. An attack on the Emperor's ship was bold, but bold was Lydra's specialty. It was a gift and also a flaw, but so far, she had been lucky and managed to keep her head despite being reckless.
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A smirk formed across Lydra's lips as she imagined the imperial fleet at their mercy. "We wouldn't be able to do it more than a few times, though," She said, "They'd catch on to us, especially since this is their strategy. We'd have to have our bombers ready to catch them whenever they come out of hyperspace." She bit her lip, deep in thought. "This just might work, though," She said with a laugh, almost in disbelief that they would have such good fortune, "Although you'll definitely have to confirm with an officer. Strategy was never my strong suit, so I'm not sure that my analysis means much."
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"Yes, let's," Lydra said, pressing the button that Maeva had earlier, causing the diagram of the galaxy to disappear. Even though the image was gone, she could still see it vividly in her head. She was still excited about this, but there was a twinge of nervousness now. There was a lot at stake, and they couldn't afford to lose the pilots if this mission failed.
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She felt several years older by the time she reached the refreshment droid. That last flight had left her thirsty. "Want anything?"
"I'll just have a water," Lydra said after a moment, although she could really go for a beer right about now. Alcohol was discouraged aboard the Rebellion ships, though, especially for the pilots. She missed hanging out in bars, though. There was something about the smoky air and loud arguments that always seemed to put her at ease."The scientists and engineers are the real heroes around here," Lydra said with a sigh, leaning against the back of one of the couches, "Without them, we'd have nothing to fly."
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She sank down onto one of the couches, her eyes closing momentarily as she drank the refreshing milk. "I miss the cantina on Coruscant."
"At this point, I'd settle for any cantina," Lydra said with a laugh, taking a drink out of her canteen. She took a seat in the chair across from Maeva. She ran her slender fingers through her silver hair, pulling it to one side before leaning back in her chair. "I would say that would be the first place that I'd go after the war," She mused, "But I would probably head home to Chandrila first." After the words came out of her mouth, she wondered if they were insensitive. After all, Maeva's home had been destroyed, from what she had heard. She took another drink of water, trying to hide her embarrassment behind the canteen.
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The talk of home didn't bother Maeva. She wasn't the only one who'd lost hers, it was more and more common as the years passed for rebels to join up for precisely that reason. She was just glad Chandrila was still there. Still relatively untouched and safe. "Take me with you when you go," she said lightly, "I've never been. I hear it's nice there."
"Of course," Lydra replied, surprised that Maeva would be interested in her home. She knew it was just a dream for the war to be over, but she still kept telling herself that it would end. Perhaps she was being foolish, but at least it kept her from falling into despair. "There's plenty of bars there, too," She added with a laugh, "Although I find that they're often too sophisticated for my taste. I'd much rather go to the cantina on Coruscant."
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She blinked as the door opened, the telltale jingle of her crystal fox sounding out right before he jumped up onto the couch out of seemingly nowhere. "Hello, you..." She looked over to Lydra again now, before pressing her lips together. "I forgot to tell you... the next mission, the one next week. They're pulling out any pilots who may be Force Sensitive."
"That doesn't apply to us, though...right?" Lydra asked, looking at Maeva with mixed concern and curiosity. It wasn't as though she had ever really had any experience with the force. She had incredible luck, though. Surely they wouldn't count that against her. "And what reason is there for pulling out Force Sensitive individuals? Surely many of the pilots fall into that category," She added.
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Lydra was surprised to hear that it had affected Poe. He was regarded as a hero amongst the pilots. "So they're pulling us off the mission," She said, mostly to herself. She usually would have responded with anger, but to hear that the Force had such an effect on even Poe Dameron made her hold her tongue. She hadn't been on a mission in a while, though, and she was itching to get in her X-Wing and fire at something. "Who are they going to send instead?" She inquired, "An army of droids?" She couldn't think of any other species that weren't susceptible to the Force.
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"It's so infuriating to not be able to do anything," Lydra said, letting out a frustrated sigh. She had all of this energy, and nowhere to channel it. She knew that it was unlikely that she would pass the screening, as humans we're known to be susceptible to the Force. "I think I'm going to hit the gym," She said, standing up. She needed to do something, anything. "Want to join me?" She inquired, "Or are you too tired after your last mission?"
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She rolled her shoulders back, before nodding, a gesture for Lydra to lead the way.
"We'll see about that," Lydra said with a laugh as she began to walk down one of the halls. She didn't know what half of these rooms were for, but she certainly knew where the gym was. She spent a lot of time there. It helped her to get out all of her frustrations in a controlled environment before getting into her X-Wing. She pressed a button on the wall, causing a door to slide open to reveal the gym. It wasn't very since most of the people on board were too busy to use it, but it still had everything that was needed to stay in shape without having to go into the jungle outside. Lydra tied up her hair into a ponytail and wrapping her hands before taking out her frustrations on a punching bag.
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"Then it's a good thing that we aren't Jedi," Lydra replied, landing a particularly satisfying punch on the bag. "I knew that they forbade romance, but I didn't know that they forbade it all," She said, "It must be terrible to live like that, although once you get rid of all your emotions, I suppose you wouldn't miss them." She had always grown up viewing the Jedi as a bunch of fanatics, but she had to admit that they had done a lot for the Rebellion.
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Lydra stopped for a moment to look over at Maeva. She hadn't expected such a strong reaction from her. "Well, people will always be tempted by it," She said, returning to her work out, "I suspect it will always be around." She didn't really have much of an opinion on the Force. She wasn't even sure if it was real. She had never experienced it, so she wasn't ready to draw any conclusions about it.
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"Do I look like a Jedi to you?" Lydra asked with a laugh, "I can't imagine joining a group of people that frown on having emotions." She wasn't planning on joining any sort of Force cult anytime soon. Sure, she would be frustrated if the Rebellion didn't let her fight, but she didn't think that would drive her to leave. She might disobey a few orders, though. "Besides, the robes wouldn't suit my figure," She added.
