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

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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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Tycho looks up, and blinks in surprise as the shapely looking woman in the unfamiliar suit approaches him. Definitely not technology he's ever seen- he's going to make a wild guess and assume she's not from his universe. "Hello," he says carefully. "Can I help you?"

[deep_sky_diving]

"Oh, just lookin' round," Tess says, her Southern Appalachian accent very noticeably tinging her speech. "I'm one'o'them curious types, y'know?" She steps nearer to the X-Wings, getting a better look at them. (And coincidentally giving Tycho a better look at her...yowza. That suit really doesn't hide very much of her general outline.)

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Her accent isn't one that Tycho would recognize. As she comes towards him, his eyes do flicker over the view, but Tycho's a gentleman, and besides, he has a lady back home. ... Had. If she's even still alive. That's not something Tycho's going to think about right now. (He's got plenty of yowza himself incidentally, but it's not very visible under his rumpled orange flight suit.)

"Are you a pilot then?" Tycho asks politely.

[deep_sky_diving]

"Oh, naw," Tess says, shaking her head. "Last time they tried to put me in a rig back home, I almost ran it inta one've the moons." She's exaggerating... but only a little. It really was quite a close call. "I'm a grasshopper through'n'through. Uh... ship-suitin', yeah?" She taps at the compartments studding her suit.

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Tycho raised his eyebrows at the unknown lingo. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with 'ship-suiting'," he admitted.

[deep_sky_diving]

"My Wegner's—" —a reference to the suit, apparently— "—full life support'n orbit-to-ground'n all that kinda thing. And the drive, o'course. Grasshopper'n ain't fer doin' war stuff like y'all have, but, don't seem like anybody else 'round here has things anythin' near familiar what I know've the subject."

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What she was saying wasn't making any sense to Tycho. "It's a life support suit?" he tried. The idea that someone could move through the vacuum of space in it did not occur to him.

"I'm sorry," he continued. "How rude of me, I haven't introduced myself: Colonel Tycho Celchu, New Republic Starfighter Command." He held out a hand for Tess to shake.

[deep_sky_diving]

"I'm Tennessee Lee, but my friends call me Tess," the girl says, and shakes Tycho's hand firmly. She's completely unapologetic about how much her accent is probably garbling his attempts to comprehend her. "Any got any titles or anythin' I use. Grasshoppers, we got too many t'use." She smiles cheerfully. "It's more'n just support. It's how I get around."

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"It's a pleasure to meet you Tess. Please, call me Tycho," he says, giving her hand a firm shake in return.

"... how you get around?" Tycho had better get used to asking lots of questions, because there's lots of things here that will confuse the kriff out of him.

[deep_sky_diving]

"Oh, the Drive," Tess says, as though it's something self-explanatory. "Jumpin'. Ain't safe t'do it in here, though... pseudo-acausal singularity transition engine," she carefully enunciates, trying not to warp the technical version of the terms too much.

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Tycho shook his head, a wry smile on his lips. "I'm afraid I have no idea what any of that means. It's clearly not something we have in my universe."

[deep_sky_diving]

"Well, the short version is—ya push the button, and whoompf," she gestures broadly and vaguely, "yer over there instead've over here."

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Tycho blinks. "That must be the very short version," he notes dryly.

He cocked his head, interested. "Does it work over short spaces?" he asked. "For example, could you go from one end of Stacy to the other?"

[deep_sky_diving]

"I could, but it ain't very safe t'use it 'round closed-in stuff like that." She smiles. "Ya gotta turn off the safeties t'use it in atmosphere, and the safeties'r'the only thing keepin' y'from goin' into somethin', so you gotta be damn sure y'know exactly what all the vectors in-between are."