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"If only there was a drone circut to really make sure you would be insured against incidents, I'd send you out in a heartbeat. Still, you're a big girl. We'll see how you do in the seat," Ritt said.

"Luckily Pagan just left, Ritt. You'd have to probably file several reports on his conduct after saying that," Reverend stated, smirking in the door.

"Get out of here you mindless philosopher, lest I put you on babysitting duty," Ritt quipped back.

"Don't call me a mindless philosopher you blind maverick. Either way, this is the military. Expect the cat calls to come as soon as you're not there, and she deals with the attention with authority. Boys are boys, after all. You included," the fondorian remarked, as he exited the room with a wave.

Ritt took in a deep breath. "Pay no attention to them, please. You have an hour and a half to suit up. We'll fly out first so that we can catch the banter appropriately, and not be in their way, while still getting the most out of the lesson."

He adjusted his shades and gathered his notes. "Regulations don't really apply here too much anyways. It just means Stryker has less paperwork if we act mature, and he's not much one for joyriding often."

Shisstal was struggling to keep up with the droid. He knew it was faster than 20% once it started attacking. The droids attacks were perfectly executed and Shisstal was losing his form just so he could block or parry each attack. But, as the droid continued to attack, the movements didn't seem so fast anymore. Shisstal recognized a pattern that the droid continuelly used. Top right, bottom left, bottom right, top right, top left, center. Slowly, Shisstal was beginning to keep up with the droid.
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Dizzy decided to make an impressive entrance into the control room. That entrance consisted of blowing open the door and shooting all of the guards before the smoke cleared. The man he was going to collect was cowering under a desk. Dizzy aimed one blaster at him. "You are wanted for an immediate bounty. Dead or alive." he said."Who hired you?" the man asked.
"That is not your concern. Now come." Dizzy ordered. But then he saw that the man had pulled out a blaster. It took one well placed shot from Dizzy's blaster to send the man's blaster out of his hand. "If you resist, you will be terminated. Understand?"
The man nodded. Dizzy walked over and picked him up and began to walk out. Getting in was easy, getting out was going to be much tougher.

Aurora collected her things off the chairs small desk and smiled as she listened to Ritt and Reverend jest with each other. The topic of their conversation was something that Aurora know she would have to endure, she had been spared from the normal hazing that a regular replacement pilot would have been subjugated to simply because she was not a normal replacement. However, Reverend was right, sooner or latter she would have to deal with it.

“Understood.” She replied to Ritt. “I’ll go suit up and meet you in the hanger.” Turning she left the briefing room and made her way back to her quarters. The activity aboard ship had defiantly increased in preparation for the up-coming mission and crewmembers walked down the ships hall with purpose.

Sealing the door to her room Aurora shed her robes, started to squirm into the snug fitting pressure suit, and sealed it up. She placed her data pad and notebook into the front thigh pockets of her flight suit along with a stylus. She grabbed her survival gear, her helmet and attached her lightsaber to her belt. Double-checking that she had everything and that her saber was secure she took a beep breath and exhaled slowly before opening her door and walking the short distance to the hanger bay.

The blast doors to the hanger opened and Aurora entered the hanger, the place was alive with activity as deck hands and pilots readied their fighters for launch, a few sets of eyes followed her progression as she made her way over to her fighter to give it the one over before Ritt showed up.

Ritt tossed the briefing data onto his bunk, and changed into his own flightsuit, the bright red covered by a white chestplate to hold the various support systems. In reality, he thought he was probably going too fast with Aurora.

"Too fast? Me? No such condition exists," he said to himself, though the thought never left his mind. It was true, he now had responsibilities. He gave a sigh, as the zipper locked him into the suit, as he placed the chest piece above it, and grabbed his helmet. His had a visor, but he had replaced it with a stronger blast shield. Afterall, being naturally blind meant he could get away with that little cheat.

Heading for the hangar, the flight crews were busy, though most of the pilots wouldn't be out for another fifteen minutes or so, just enough time for the two to be out of there and prepped. His hand reached out, and flipped the ignition switch of his own fighter with the Force. Okay, it was a little showboaty to have the fighter turn on of its own accord, but this is Ritt we're talking about.

"This is a simple run," he announced to Aurora as he reached her. "Take it easy, take it simple. Throttle shouldn't exceed 5% while in dock, save for scramble scenarios. But you've got to learn how to stop and park a bird before we can pull you into formation work. Ignition is on the left hand side of the instrument panel, along with your engine readouts. Use the rudders in dock, not the stick. Biggest mistake people make in the seat first time out. Your wings and thrusters should be used only for major corrections, not minor ones. You're not at full throttle, so the stick shoudnt be used."

Ritt grabbed a flight crew officer, as the lad ran by. "Tell the Com officer to set up private channel squawk 894, got it?" The boy saluted, and nabbed his personal mic to relay the order.

"That'll be the personal line we use, so we don't clutter up anything else. You probably haven't memorized takeoff chatter yet. Usually, we have scramble codes, but that is a lesson for later. It's simple. Just announce 'number 11 prepared for takeoff. com tower do you copy?'. They'll answer you're cleared to taxi, in which case you set up on those lines painted on the floor there. Ask for permission to launch, and wait for the affirmative. Once they give you permission, simply say 'affirmative, out' and guide her out. It's not everyday you get the luxury of such an easy thing. But this isn't scramble, so don't go pushing the throttle to full burn to take off. The flight crew would like to keep their ears and bodies in tact as long as they can, so don't blast 'em out. I'll be right behind you, copy that?"

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"See you found the pattern," Nakara joked, as he nodded at the droid. "Randomize your attacks droid. Increase speed 10%."

"Affirmative master," it said, as it no longer went with the same pre-recorded pattern, but still making obvious attacks.

"Dont' worry, go fancy on the boy. If he dies, he's not worth my time anyway," Nakara added.

"Affirmative," the droid said, flipping the blade to a reverse grip and bringing out another training saber. It's body began to spin and attack from angles and using feignts, still at the high-speed it had been commanded to.

Nakara gave little more than a thoughtful groan. "Your instincts are correct, at least. However, you'll never learn Makashi if you keep using shii-cho like your stance indicates," the shi'ido motioned, pointing to the legs of Shisstal.

"The parry is not a block, boy. It gives you ease in battle. There will be times when you don't have a flimsy robot for an opponent, but someone who's stance makes their defense stronger than yours. The parry allows for you to turn someone else's energies against them. You still cling to doing everything yourself," he added, calling a lightsaber to his hand.

"Riddle me this, riddle me that: when will you quit swinging a lightsaber as if it were a bat?"

Nakara gave a snort as he looked to the side. "They just don't make youth like they used to. All of them are already submissive, no thought to understanding the reason why they must submit."

Putting the saber between his hands, as it floated out on its own, igniting along the way. "It looks like the one that once did the wanting suddenly wants to be wanted by a different wanting that has a want of wanting that has never been wanted for the sake of wantingness, eh?"

"good girls...you still have some fire left in you. Of course, in a moment; you won't...."
Calliga teased softly, pulling them close. For a short while, he stroked them and played with them gently; brushing his hand to siren's hair, and playing with the Twi'lek's sensitive lekku.
After getting them both rather enthused, Calliga pulled the twi'lek close, and then prceeded to perform some new methods of pleasure upon her, subjecting her to several new delights and shocks before drawing siren in and taking her as well; alternating between their company until they both screamed in delight.
One reign had ended-a new one had formed in it's place.
the twi'lek was subjected to the treatment that broke siren, and siren got a second dose of mind-blowing pleasure.