It had taken a week for the raven haired pilot to get settled in. Between shift reports and duty rosters, and just getting her Wing together enough to get back on some semblance of a training schedule, she hadn’t had much time to explore. Now, with a rest day ‘finally’ on her calendar, Katherine decided to see what she could find.

After lunch, and some wandering that got her turned around a time or two, she wound up in a large hanger with the most stunning ship she had ever seen. Nodding to folks here and there and walking with enough confidence and purpose to not draw questions, she walked up to the Black Sparrow and started walking around it. She couldn’t help but reach out and run her hand over its surface. She attempted to find a way in, just to see what she could see, but by the time she reached the back, she had had no luck.

With no regards to her clothes, a pair of jet black leggings that matched her hair, tucked into calf high black boots, and a deep crimson tunic top that was tucked in to the high waistband, she climbed up the maintenance rack set behind the exhaust ports and took a peek. “Oh, girl… aren’t you a beauty!”

It wasn’t long before she had climbed up into the exhaust and was looking at the safety screen and the open work panel before her. From the outside, all anyone saw were her legs from the knees down, sticking out and occasionally kicking up absently like a child laying and watching a holo program. Inside, she was looking and poking, taking mental notes to try and suss out the system, but was extra cautious not to move or touch anything vital. She was no novice when it came to mechanics. She often worked on her own fighter. But this… this was something that made her skin goose with excitement. She was humming and the resonance of it echoed slightly from the large metal cylinder she was tucked into.

Katherine Prescott
Wing Leader