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There's a slight sense of something growing near on the ship once they disembark off the Falcon, into the hangar bay. It hasn't been long at all since she was last here, but the war is getting closer.
Pilots are out running attack runs and mocking up plans for possible confrontations, so everything is a bit busier and there's more people around, but when you're just a pair of pilots, in flight suits, with helmets under your arms and a sense of purpose, nobody really cares where you're going.
Being a general might help with that as well.
Han sets his helmet on one of the A-Wings and then starts the preflight.
"Mech droids scanned them earlier this mornin'," but it doesn't mean he's not going to inspect the craft himself, and he knows she'll do the same with hers.
Pilots are out running attack runs and mocking up plans for possible confrontations, so everything is a bit busier and there's more people around, but when you're just a pair of pilots, in flight suits, with helmets under your arms and a sense of purpose, nobody really cares where you're going.
Being a general might help with that as well.
Han sets his helmet on one of the A-Wings and then starts the preflight.
"Mech droids scanned them earlier this mornin'," but it doesn't mean he's not going to inspect the craft himself, and he knows she'll do the same with hers.
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Date: 2008-09-16 01:14 am (UTC)has never really been her idea of fun, so she sends herself into another barrel roll.
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Date: 2008-09-16 01:17 am (UTC)(4-1)
"You are kicking my ass."
before he throws on the brakes to let her pass.
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Date: 2008-09-16 01:18 am (UTC)Yes."
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Date: 2008-09-16 01:19 am (UTC)That's pride (and something else) in his voice.
Han throttles back up.
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Date: 2008-09-16 01:28 am (UTC)Instead, she just spirals down.
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Date: 2008-09-16 01:44 am (UTC)But she brakes
and he swears
and turns hard.
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Date: 2008-09-16 01:53 am (UTC)If she's done that fast enough, she should be able to get him in range...
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Date: 2008-09-16 02:00 am (UTC)Maybe he's just going easy on her.
"You better think harder 'bout what you want when you win."
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Date: 2008-09-16 02:10 am (UTC)A beat.
"And no, it's every time I,"
he turns and the helmet smacks against the shield again.
get back here
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Date: 2008-09-16 02:14 am (UTC)Then she snorts.
"I heard that."
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Date: 2008-09-16 02:18 am (UTC)His shoulders are starting to ache -- but he goes into a tight twist, stars blurring in his vision as they streak past.
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Date: 2008-09-16 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-16 02:24 am (UTC)thud
"Don't know what you're talking about."
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Date: 2008-09-16 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-16 03:28 am (UTC)and there are stars
Han blinks as he 'levels' out of the spin.
"I ain't used t'this."
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Date: 2008-09-16 03:35 am (UTC)Beat.
"They don't eat people."
Beat.
"Unless they are very hungry and said people are dead already."
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Date: 2008-09-16 03:43 am (UTC)It comes out a little sharp, but then he pauses.
Circles back around.
"Yeah?"
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Date: 2008-09-16 03:45 am (UTC)"You get that hungry, people change. And if you can't breathe, you pass out."
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Date: 2008-09-16 03:57 am (UTC)He's been that hungry, but they didn't have anything to eat at all.
Han's not one to admit defeat often.
"TIE pilots," he was one once "Fly with ox'gen. Masks. I ain't. Gonna."
A brief pause.
"You want to call it at five?"
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Date: 2008-09-16 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-16 04:05 am (UTC)"You can claim your prize back on the cruiser," he responds.
They've traveled some distance but it's not too far, request clearance, get the bay, line up, set her down, power off the engines, pop the cockpit glass. His helmet's off and he's leaning back against the seat, eyes shut.
He'll move in a minute.
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Date: 2008-09-16 04:10 am (UTC)In the meantime, she just leans against her A-wing, eyes closed, gently running her fingers over the still-hot panels.
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Date: 2008-09-16 04:13 am (UTC)Once he's unfolded himself from the tiny cockpit, he climbs down to the floor and tucks his helmet under his arm, fingers raking quickly through sweat-damp hair.
"You're gonna give 'em hell, kid."
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Date: 2008-09-16 04:15 am (UTC)"Hopefully."
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