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Chapter 5: Mi Desentegrador Es Descompuesto
It’s a damn good thing Finn’s great a time management because his plate keeps getting fuller and fuller. Meanwhile, Rey teaches Poe some important maintenance workarounds, and Poe teaches Rey about racism. Organa gives Finn important HR insights, Arana has perhaps made the recruitment coup of the decade, everyone gets just a little bit more creeped-out by the First Order’s HR practices, and meanwhile nothing is really going Luke’s way.
crappo I have to be out the door five minutes ago and I’m in my pajamas, so, no more proofreading for you!!!! ahaha.
Dameron looked up as Rey came back into the cockpit, brushing her dirty hands on the sides of her pants. “Hey,” he said, looking concerned, “I didn’t mean it was bad that they were jankety, I was impressed. You rigged something yourself?”
“I made them out of salvage,” she said, and her cheeks were burning again.
“That’s really cool,” he said. “That’s– it’s just really cool. I can’t even really fix my own bird, I already told you that. I got almost no training in that at all. All I know is how to do the checklists and follow the basic shit in the manual and how to tell the mechanics which lights didn’t flip green.”
“Everything I know I learned from simulators,” she confessed. “And the simulators told you to do preflight checks but assumed you’d have a teacher to tell you what those were.”
Understanding crossed his face. “Oh,” he said, “oh wow. I figured you learned from flying on-planet.”
“A little,” she said, “but mostly– there was a simulator, and it was too broken for salvage really, nothing of particular value, so I got it sort of working, and I just– I played every module it had.”
He shook his head slightly, mouth a little bit open, and she was terrified he was making fun of her. She knew simulators were not the same as real flying. What if he thought she wasn’t really up to flying this thing? Nobody’d ever looked at her like that, precisely, and she wasn’t sure what his face was saying. She’d never– really cared what anyone thought, before Finn, before Luke, and now Dameron. This was new, and it was exhausting. “That’s amazing,” he said. “That’s– incredible. You know, it’s an honor to co-pilot for you.”
“Stop,” she said, face burning; she couldn’t tell if he were serious, and it was just too much. “I’m– I’ll do my best.” Cowardly, she fled again, finding an excuse in double-checking the landing gear retractor doors to make sure they’d really close, because she wasn’t sure the interior atmospheric seals would hold if they didn’t.
Chapter 5: Mi Desentegrador Es Descompuesto
It’s a damn good thing Finn’s great a time management because his plate keeps getting fuller and fuller. Meanwhile, Rey teaches Poe some important maintenance workarounds, and Poe teaches Rey about racism. Organa gives Finn important HR insights, Arana has perhaps made the recruitment coup of the decade, everyone gets just a little bit more creeped-out by the First Order’s HR practices, and meanwhile nothing is really going Luke’s way.
crappo I have to be out the door five minutes ago and I’m in my pajamas, so, no more proofreading for you!!!! ahaha.
Dameron looked up as Rey came back into the cockpit, brushing her dirty hands on the sides of her pants. “Hey,” he said, looking concerned, “I didn’t mean it was bad that they were jankety, I was impressed. You rigged something yourself?”
“I made them out of salvage,” she said, and her cheeks were burning again.
“That’s really cool,” he said. “That’s– it’s just really cool. I can’t even really fix my own bird, I already told you that. I got almost no training in that at all. All I know is how to do the checklists and follow the basic shit in the manual and how to tell the mechanics which lights didn’t flip green.”
“Everything I know I learned from simulators,” she confessed. “And the simulators told you to do preflight checks but assumed you’d have a teacher to tell you what those were.”
Understanding crossed his face. “Oh,” he said, “oh wow. I figured you learned from flying on-planet.”
“A little,” she said, “but mostly– there was a simulator, and it was too broken for salvage really, nothing of particular value, so I got it sort of working, and I just– I played every module it had.”
He shook his head slightly, mouth a little bit open, and she was terrified he was making fun of her. She knew simulators were not the same as real flying. What if he thought she wasn’t really up to flying this thing? Nobody’d ever looked at her like that, precisely, and she wasn’t sure what his face was saying. She’d never– really cared what anyone thought, before Finn, before Luke, and now Dameron. This was new, and it was exhausting. “That’s amazing,” he said. “That’s– incredible. You know, it’s an honor to co-pilot for you.”
“Stop,” she said, face burning; she couldn’t tell if he were serious, and it was just too much. “I’m– I’ll do my best.” Cowardly, she fled again, finding an excuse in double-checking the landing gear retractor doors to make sure they’d really close, because she wasn’t sure the interior atmospheric seals would hold if they didn’t.
