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just a couple of fighter jocks | location: hangar [OPEN]

It's been an intense half a day for Tycho, what with arriving here, learning about the destruction of his universe, learning about the existence of other universes, and the fact that he's been dumped in the middle of a whole new war to fight. After talking to Captain Kirk, he'd spent a while reading as much as he could find on the omnicoms about the Ohm and the ship and the entire situation. He'd also messaged his new squadron, the thing he suspects will take up most of his time on this ship. What he's learned so far tells him ... it's going to be a challenge.

Now though... he could really use something familiar, something from home before his head starts to spin like an x-wing with the stabilizers blown. Stacy's hanger is certainly like no hangar he's ever been in before. The air is humid, and his boots echo strangely on the organic floor. It's also large, maybe almost as large as the main hanger on the Lusankya, filled with all kinds of craft he's never seen before, which compounds the feeling of strangeness. Tycho isn't some outer rim dweller- he's been around the galaxy a few times, seen plenty of things, and the unfamiliarity of almost everything here compounds the feeling of how far he is from home. Still though, his heart can't help but begin to soar as he takes in the sight of near two dozen x-wings parked together near one of the edges.

Tycho strides quickly up to them, noting the familiar shape of Wedge's X-Wing, kill decals bracketed by the two Death Stars, before his eyes alight on his own. He traces his fingers up the side, instantly feeling more centered, more at peace for the feel of the durasteel under his fingertips. He's going to be okay. As long as he has his X-wing and his squadron, everything will be fine.

His R5 chirps in greeting, and Tycho pulls a datapad out of one of his flightsuit's pockets. He might as well use his time well and start running some preliminary diagnostics while he waits for Wedge to arrive.

"Yep," he responds in answer to the astromech's query as the translation scrolls across the screen. "We're far from home buddy." He comfortingly pats the X-Wings side. "We still got our jobs to do though, so let's get started."

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"With the utmost respect, boys." she shoots back with amusement, "Would I dare insult the men who taught me how to fly ships that aren't made out of the burnt-out scraps from other ships?"

She nods, "Considering we currently have a deck staff of one, I'd say that's an excellent idea."

Tycho raises an eyebrow. "The Falcon you mean?" he asks. "Don't let your dad catch you talking that way about his baby ... but then I'm sure you already knew that. ... or is Anakin going to go on adventures in ship making when he gets older than, what is he now, two and a half, three?"

Tycho looks back over at wedge. "You mean our chief mechanic is our only mechanic? Yes, I would certainly say lessons in fighter maintenance should be a high priority."

"Until I can find more volunteers, yes." Wedge admitted sheepishly. "I'll be laying out a new schedule at the squadron meeting. I want Rogue Squadron to work on becoming a commando strike force similar to Wraith Squadron as well. Though, I do believe more of our pilots have experience with that kind of thing than flying, come to think of it." Wedge smiled.

"What kind of daughter would I be if I didn't know exactly how wind up my parents?" she practically beams back at Tycho, "Besides, I love the Falcon. I've been patching her up since I could lift a hydrospanner. I'm just not going to pretend there aren't bits falling off her."

She shrugs, "I can take up some of the weight on the maintenance front, Wedge. At least until we can free up some extra staff."

"A commando squadron, hmm?" Tycho looks thoughtful. "Do we have any idea of the missions we'll be asked to complete, or are we just preparing for anything?"

Tycho grins at Jaina. "I would be worried if there weren't bits falling off of her," he agrees, "because that would mean she's run out of bits."

"I'll certainly be up for helping with the maintenance as well," he continues to Wedge. "Really, what else am I going to be doing, besides working for this squadron of yours?"

"I just want us to be prepared for anything. Right now, we're really the only organized force for projecting power off the ship. Everyone else is...well, you saw all the comm posts, I assume?" He shakes his head ruefully.

"What I wouldn't give to have Wes and Hobbie here. And the Wraiths. What I couldn't do with the Wraiths." He sighs again. "But if wishes were starships beggars would fly, right?" He gives Tycho a shrug.

"Whatever you see fit to involve yourself in. And that would be great, Jaina." He smiles at the Solo girl. "Talk to Wyn. She doesn't have too much hands on experience with x-wings, so if you could show her a few things, that'd be astral."

"Wedge, give it time and they might as well be the Wraiths," Jaina assures, "Some of these people hadn't even seen a starfighter before and now you've got them flying in them. I'm sure we've got people on board who can instruct them just as well for ground ops."

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Tycho gives Wedge and exasperated but fond look. "Fighting this Ohm menace is the only thing I'm interested in, and the best way to do that will be through Rogue Squadron, I know. No worries about me wanting to do anything else- all my time and talents are at your disposal."

"Do you have anyone in mind for the combat training yet?" he continues. "I'm fine with the basics, but I'm afraid training in the cockpit is what I'd be most useful for."

"You're probably right Jaina..." He shakes his head, giving a wry smile.

"Just a lot on my mind, you know? And I figured we'd start with the absics. Marksmanship. Hand to hand training, stealth, explosives. That kind of thing."

"Uncle Luke's been here a lot longer than any of us. He might have a recommendation," she suggests, "I already looked up the command rosters and they have someone called Master Chief pipped as head of the training staff. Might be worth tracking him down, too."

"I know," Tycho agrees quietly. "I know." Tycho was deeply familiar with missing people who were missing, gone and presumed dead. It wasn't any easier the second time around, but at least he had an already tested and ready strategy for dealing with it- burying himself in work.

"Marksmanship. Hand to hand. Stealth. Explosives." He was noting all these things down on the data pad he had pulled out again. "Ask Luke for names, look up Master Chief ..."

What? You could take the man out of the XO position, but you couldn't take the XO out of the man.

"And scramble drills. We'll need to do those." Wedge grins at Tycho. It was another small bit of weight off his shoulders knowing that his friend was here.

"I think we can make a real squadron out of these young men and women."

"A squadron or an explosion." Jaina quips, "Either way, it's going to be interesting."

Tycho shakes his head as he smiles. "You really are a Solo, aren't you," he notes. "If Wes was here, we would be having an out of control snark-fest, wouldn't we?"

"Scramble drills." Tycho adds to his list. He looks up at Wedge. "Hey, I've been wondering- Leia and Jaina are both 20, you and I are both 34 ... when are Luke and Mara and the others from? Past, future, or present?"

"I think if Wes was here, we'd have the rest of the crew out for his blood already." Wedge chuckles, returning his omnicomm to his pocket.

"Mara seems like she's from roughly the same time as us. Luke is older though. And he's supposed to be younger than, so that makes things strange. Apparently he and Mara got hitched in the future, too."

"If Wes were here I might've already punched his lights out for hitting on me again."

She smirks, "I'll pretend that's not skepticism I hear in your voice, Wedge. Aunt Mara warms up eventually."

".... hitting on you?" Tycho asks, incredulous. That's just ... wrong.

"... really? Mara?" It's certainly skepticism in Tycho's voice. "Mara is incredibly skilled, and good to have at your back, if you can have her," Tycho notes, "but warm isn't a word I would associate with her ... didn't she try to kill Luke once?"

Tycho looks back over at Wedge. "Did you ask," he says slowly, "about your own future?" Tycho shakes his head. "It seems like some things shouldn't be known ..."

"Yep. I suppose it makes sense in the future, though." Wedge shrugs.

"And...not really. It's tempting though." He glances over at Jaina.

"Sorry, boys. Spoilers. Me just standing here is probably bad enough for the continuum as it is." In truth, as much as she'd like to pass it off as some mom-fuelled responsibility trip, she simply hasn't the stomach for recounting tales of the war. She'd already encounted the Yuuzhan Vong once today, albeit as conjourings of the Nightmare King, and she really doesn't fancy dredging them up all over again.

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"Fair enough," Tycho agreed with a smile at Jaina. While part of him was curious, part of him was convinced he would find out that he had died, and he wasn't particularly keen to hear about it.

"It's good to have you here Jaina, regardless." He smiled. "I think we'll be able to work together well."

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