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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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"There's rubble," Tycho said softly. "Rocks, chunks of the planet's core that have formed a sort of mini asteroid field. You can kind of see where the planet was, but no ... all the plants, the animals, the cities, the mountains, the oceans, the 2 billion lives ... all gone." His mouth tightened his eyes filled with a sadness 13 years hadn't dulled, only allowed him to put a lid on.

"Your brother?" Tycho's eyebrows rose in confusion, but he didn't ask. She could tell him if she wanted to. "I had two sisters, along with a brother..." He seemed to not realize he'd spoken aloud.

"Jonathan was the eldest of us six MacKenzie brats. When the War started he and my other older brother Brian were t' go and join up with the Independents. 's what was expected of them bein' fine sons of Verbena." Sliding down on to the crate she winced, reaching out a hand to rub at her knee a little hoping to sooth the dull ache that was coming out. "He joined th' Alliance instead. Swore he'd see us all ended before the day he died. Every last one of us. Needless t' say it's just him an' me now."

She had taken his place hoping to uphold the family honor that he had tarnished. There was a reason that the family declared him dead from that day on. "Brian died at the second battle for Verbena as did my Da, Ma, lil sister and baby brother. Wil died at th' battle of Tietam at nineteen years old." Gwen turned an apologetic glance toward Tycho trying her best to convey how sorry she was for him losing his family as well. Nothing beat having your entire world destroyed due to political hiccups in the system. "Reckon you hear this a lot, but I'm sorry for your loss. Ain't nothing easy about it all."

"So what's it like where you come from? Aside from all th' fightin an' bein a thorn 'n someones side? You don't seem all th' misfit t' me." Everything was different yet so much alike. Gwen had more questions than there were probably time in the day for them all. Just call it a curious fascination from a stray little kitten.

"I joined the Empire," Tycho said softly. "I was naive, idealistic- I thought I could change the system from within, ease some of the corruption and violence. Then," he shook his head. "Then the Death Star came and my home and my family, my fiance, were all gone in an instant." He smiled lopsidedly at Gwen. "Needless to say, I defected to the rebellion after that."

He nodded as she gave him her sympathies. "It's been 13 years," he said with a shadow of a smile. "I'm not over it, but ... you move on. You live your life. You fight the fights that need fighting. For what it's worth," his eyes are sincere, "I'm sorry for your loss as well. Loosing your whole entire family, is hard, and I can imagine losing your brother to the other side makes it harder."

Tycho laughed. "We were a complete bunch of misfits in the beginning, smugglers and criminals, defectors and farmboys, on the run, fighting just to survive. Oh trust me, there was plenty of misfitness. Now though," he laughed again. "Now, hard as it is for me to beleive some times, we're legitimate. We're the government."

"What it's like where I'm from?" Tycho hesitated. "I'm told," he said slowly, "that there's a place here which can create holographs from your memories. The sensoriums? If you'd care to accompany me there, I could show you ..."

"Jon is dead to me. Ain't no blood relation of mine and if I ever see him I'll put a bullet in his head." Simple. Pure and simple to describe the level of distaste and hate she had to her only surviving relative anywhere. Fear was quickly replaced with anger in her book and had been like that since she was a child. Gwendolyn MacKenzie was not a very shy girl when it came to adventures and leaping before thinking the entire picture through at times. "Thirteen? Wow... guess it's just one of those things you learn t' deal with. At least that's what a friend of mine used to say." And now that friend was gone.. Where had Mal run off too?

Chewing on her bottom lip a little the red head squirmed a little where she sat, raising her right hand to scratch at the back of her neck. "Been about fours since they were killed. Was kinda hard getting all the letters after th' fact since mail was always delayed to us." Of course being on the ship now meant all that was gone- not she hadn't had most of it when she was taken as a POW. Clearing her throat a little the younger woman was thankful for the turn of conversation, a smile instantly lighting up her face. "Sounds like you'ns were Browncoats and didn't even know it!"

"The sensoriums? Yeah. Interestin' thing that. Said you can 'bout see anything in them." Tycho's mentioning of seeing his homeworld had the soldier a little more than interested. "Would I ever!" Sliding from the crate she meeped a little doing a little hopping dance of pain as her knee was jarred. Yes she should have gone to medical over it but, well, the girl was more than a little stubborn. "I'd love t' see it!"

Tycho winced slightly at Gwen's cold rejection of her brother, but it wasn't his place to make judgments on her. He smiled sympathetically as she spoke, and raised his eyebrows at her declaration. He wasn't sure what 'browncoats' were, her brand of rebels he could conjecture. "Something like that, I suppose," he said agreeably.

His smile widened as she agreed to come with, dimpling at the corners, but then turned to a look of concern as she hobbled in plain. "Here, let me," he said, quickly standing himself and reaching out to take a hold of her arm to provide her with his solid form to lean on. "You're hurt," he noted needlessly. "Have you been to medbay to have that looked at?"

Cold rejection or not, Jon was still the enemy in more ways than one. If he saw her he'd try to kill her too- just Gwen hoped if it ever came to that she'd get the upper hand. Steady hands helped her balance enough to keep from falling over. But it was when he asked his question that the most innocent of faces turned up toward the taller man, batting her lashes a little in confusion. "I.. um... no?"

It was just a little twist here and there, along with some kicking from the dream brother in her nightmare, that had done it all. Flashing a wide grin up at Tycho she tried to straighten her leg out a little hoping to cover the flash of discomfort in her eyes. "So we're heading up to do some explorin' or you wanna wait?"

Topic change. It was a needed thing.

Tycho had been around plenty enough pilots who wanted to pretend like they were fine and fit for duty when they weren't to know a deflection when he saw one. "It's clearly hurting you," he pointed out softly. "We should probably take you to get that looked at."

With the hand he wasn't holding out to Gwen, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his omnicom, looking for the map of the ship. He had done a cursory memorization of the layout already, but it didn't hurt to double check. "Looks like we have to go down to level one," Tycho notes. "Lucky we don't have to walk far, since that ... hub-thing will take us there." He smiled winningly down at Gwen as he slid the omnicom back in his pocket.

"I- Bu- You-" The Lieutenant's face took on a slightly disapproving look before she finally rolled her eyes and signed. "It's fine. Just a little on the sore side 's all." Gwen hated medbays. No good came from them with the doctors constant poking and prodding and jabbing with sharp pointy instruments. From a woman who wasn't afraid to stare down the entire Alliance army this was certainly a complete twist about. She had her reasons why the fear of God for medical staff had been placed in her recently. If she had to she would take a swing at the man higher ranked or not.

"You are just horribly rotten you know that?" Why yes the woman might have actually started to pout a little. If he hadn't been holding on to her arm she might have even started to shift her weight nervously from foot to foot. "Seriously. It's nothing. Do we really have to go there?"

Tycho notices her discomfort, and the pout. "If it really is nothing, then we'll be in and out in a light-second," he promises. "We'll just have the med droid declare you fit for duty, all right Lieutenant?" He smiles lightly, but his hand gives hers a reassuring squeeze.

Not waiting to give her more time to object, Tycho starts walking them in the direction of the hub-tubes.

"And no reason t' be taking up his precious time when there are plenty of other folk on this here boat that need the attention." One red brow quirked upward as she tried to give the Colonel a commanding look she had perfected over the course of five years. It was nowhere near as good as his look, but could easily give Celchu a run for his money. "And I honestly do not want to be blamed for someone else needing better attention than just a pulled knee."

But they were off, and she had no choice but to follow. Reassuring squeeze or not Gwen could already feel her heart pounding in her chest. The man was really going to make her go through with this! "Honestly a day off it would work and its something I can manage now since I'm not afraid of falling asleep..."

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