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rinskiroo:
“Green Four to base, ready to take off!”
“You’re not Green Four, I’m Green Four,” Shara corrected as she pulled the boy back into her lap and finished adjusting the safety straps. “And you have to finish pre-checks before you tell flight control you’re ready.”
“What am I then?”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Black!” the boy exclaimed, his hands clapping together. “Black One!”
Shara chuckled and pulled on the strap on his helmet, making sure it was nice and tight on his little head. “One isn’t a call sign. It’s Black Leader.” She guided his hands across the controls, showed him the engine diagnostic, tested the flap controls, all the other things before nodding that they were nearly ready for take off.
The boy took a breath and licked his lips. “Black Leader to Yavin control, we are ready to launch!”
There was a stifled laugh on the other side of the comm before the response, “Roger that, Black Leader. Clear for launch.”
“Okay, gently now. Keep her even.” Shara’s hand wrapped around her son’s on the flightstick. She showed him the stabilizers, but his fingers weren’t quite dexterous enough yet to control all four. It was a little bumpy, that first pull upward, but Shara was patient and Poe was determined. “Pull left… now right… good job!”
“Can we roll?!”
Shara grinned, but gave a slight shake of her head. “Not today. Got to make sure you get your space legs before we try any acrobatics.”
“I’m not gonna barf, Mama.”
“Oh, I believe you, but let’s go see the stars.”
This month’s prompts - AO3
rinskiroo:
“Green Four to base, ready to take off!”
“You’re not Green Four, I’m Green Four,” Shara corrected as she pulled the boy back into her lap and finished adjusting the safety straps. “And you have to finish pre-checks before you tell flight control you’re ready.”
“What am I then?”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Black!” the boy exclaimed, his hands clapping together. “Black One!”
Shara chuckled and pulled on the strap on his helmet, making sure it was nice and tight on his little head. “One isn’t a call sign. It’s Black Leader.” She guided his hands across the controls, showed him the engine diagnostic, tested the flap controls, all the other things before nodding that they were nearly ready for take off.
The boy took a breath and licked his lips. “Black Leader to Yavin control, we are ready to launch!”
There was a stifled laugh on the other side of the comm before the response, “Roger that, Black Leader. Clear for launch.”
“Okay, gently now. Keep her even.” Shara’s hand wrapped around her son’s on the flightstick. She showed him the stabilizers, but his fingers weren’t quite dexterous enough yet to control all four. It was a little bumpy, that first pull upward, but Shara was patient and Poe was determined. “Pull left… now right… good job!”
“Can we roll?!”
Shara grinned, but gave a slight shake of her head. “Not today. Got to make sure you get your space legs before we try any acrobatics.”
“I’m not gonna barf, Mama.”
“Oh, I believe you, but let’s go see the stars.”
This month’s prompts - AO3
