DESCRIPTION: ------ The Starboard Hanger of the SD Errant Venture - Rogue Squadrons temporary home - its 0300 and all but the saftey lights are off - the fighters sit in silent awe of the vista of space beyond the hangers magcon field -------
Gavin Darklighter: ::he is sitting in his fighter, thinking about the recent reports and about Wes::
DESCRIPTION: ------- a small service door on the catwalk opens - Tycho Celchu, in black flight suit walks out - he stands in the shadows and leans on the railing ....staring into the void beyond ---
Gavin Darklighter: ::he closes his eye, not hearing footsteps, as he massages the pain from his head::
Tycho Celchu: -= a cup of caf in his hand, Tycho trys to stave off a sleep that he will not enjoy =- -= takes a sip and sighs =-
Gavin Darklighter: ::opening his eyes as the pain lessens he stares at the hager ceiling::
Tycho Celchu: -= looks over the x-wings nestled snuggly in thier spots =- -= notices the canopy is open on one of the fighters below=- Hey! Whos in there! -= he calls from the cat walk =-
Gavin Darklighter: ::he remembers the when he first met Wes, and the joke he had played on Wedge:: ::surprised::
Tycho Celchu: -= draws his DL -44 from his holster =- Whos there!!!
Gavin Darklighter: Who wants to know ::opening his eyes and looking around for the source of the voice::
Tycho Celchu: -= lowers his blaster =- Gavin??!!!
Gavin Darklighter: ::reaching for his blaster, he discovers its not there:: ::reconizing the voice:: Yeah its me Tycho
Tycho Celchu: -= holsters his blaster as he proceeds down the stairs to the hanger floor =- What are you doing in here?
Gavin Darklighter: ::doesn't move:: Just thinking, you?
Tycho Celchu: -= walks across the deck to gavins fighter and climbs a service ladder to the cockpit =- -= smiles =- Trying not to have nightmares -= sits himself on the edge of the cockpit and pats Gavin on the head =- So whatcha thinking about kid?
Gavin Darklighter: ::painfull expression:: ::he looks over at Tycho as he climbs on:: Dana, Jesri, Wes
Tycho Celchu: -= concerned =- Whats wrong? -= tries to reassure =- Wes is not dead, and last i knew.... Dana cant be confirmed as dead either
Gavin Darklighter: The empire took them all away. true but that still leaves Jesri. I can't stop feeling responsible, I got hit and left her all alone, and she died
Tycho Celchu: -= sighs as he looks down =- Yes, but she died in combat...killed by the enemy....not you
Gavin Darklighter: ::shakes his head::..then why do I feel...so bad
Tycho Celchu: -= crosses his arms =- Ever hear of Ion Syndrom?
Gavin Darklighter: ::looks up:: nope
Tycho Celchu: -= sighs as he puts a hand on Gavins shoulder =-
Gavin Darklighter: What is it?
Tycho Celchu: Pilots that are disabled in combat routinely develope it.
Gavin Darklighter: wait...do I even want to know?
Tycho Celchu: some experts say that Ion blasts scramble your neurons but thats a bantha spit. basicly the pilot feels guilty for getting disabled and feels responsible for anything that happens in the fight after that point. -= sighs =- We all get it -= smiles and ruffels gavins hair =- But it does go away
Gavin Darklighter: ::nods:: ::smiles:: ::fixes his hair:: Thanks Tycho
Tycho Celchu: -= grins as he sips his caf =- Hey.....what are XOs good for if not to be the unit shrink?
Gavin Darklighter: ::laughs:: I wonder how Wes is doing
Tycho Celchu: -= thinks =- Most likely sitting down and plotting truely evil pratical jokes to get back at us for defecting
Gavin Darklighter: ::grins:: yeah...oh that reminds me
Tycho Celchu: -= looks down at Gavin =- What?
Gavin Darklighter: ::he reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out a data disk that he puts into his computer::When we ran into the Wes's flight, T.C. picked up a messege that sounded like Wes. It healing you ::he typed something in the key pad and a written messege begins to show::
Tycho Celchu: -= reads the message =- Well, at least he has managed to keep his sense of humor
Gavin Darklighter: yeah ::leans back as his head begins to spin::
Tycho Celchu: -= sighs =- How about you get back to your bunk for some sleep?
Gavin Darklighter: ::nods:: only if you do ::sighs::
Tycho Celchu: -= smiles =- Come on Major....off to bed with you. -= laughs =- Thats an order.
Gavin Darklighter: Yes sir :laughs and salutes mockinly:: ::slowly climbs out of his fighter::
Tycho Celchu: -= sits for a moment on the edge of the cockpit =- Go on...i'll close it up for ya
Gavin Darklighter: you sure?
Tycho Celchu: -= sips his caf =- Yeah...go on, get some rest...your on patrol rotation with me tomorow
Gavin Darklighter: ::turning:: Oh T.C. said that inthe message he found a hidden file but wasn't able to access it
Tycho Celchu: I'll take a look
Gavin Darklighter: alright ::he jumps off, but his head spins and hits the deck:: ::getting up quickly and pretends nothing happened:: I'm alright
Tycho Celchu: -= graons =- Your not 16 anymore Major...-= smiles =- take it easy
Gavin Darklighter: ::fakes a smile:: See you later Col. Right
Tycho Celchu: -= smiles =-
Gavin Darklighter: ::as he walks off he shakes his head to clear it::
Tycho Celchu: -= sits on the edge of the fighter...he pulls the datadisk from the cockpit reader =-
Gavin Darklighter: ::reaching his bunk he flops down and falls immediatly asleep::
Tycho Celchu: -= he pockets the disk and hits the close button for the Cockpit =- = the canopy closes as Tycho jumps down =- -= walks back up to the top of the catwalk and takes one last look around =- = he looks at every fighter as if its pilot is standing right beside it =- -= to himself =- Just make it back this time....all of you
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