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Run run run, as fast as you can [CLOSED]

((ooc: Currently locked to Kyle Katarn - mostly only locked because I can't deal with more threads. XD Toss me a ping if you'd like some CR, though, and we can talk! ^^))

Resorts are not exactly Tay's thing, especially resorts where she can't carry any weapons. And she's not really taken by the idea of splashing in the ocean, or going shopping for trinkets, or anything like that.

So instead, she has found a currently empty stretch of beach and is testing her speed and reflexes, wings out, racing along the firm sand at the water's edge. She's been working in the Sensoriums, but having real ground beneath her feet, running down a real stretch of land, that's a lot better for gauging what she can and can't do, in her opinion.

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Kyle was laying back in the sand watching the ocean when he saw the girl run by. He vaguely remembered her being at the Rogue Squadron meeting so he waved to her. If he was mistaken well no harm in being friendly now was there?

Tay catches a glimpse of the guy waving, and turns her head, taking her attention off of her feet. Which normally wouldn't be a problem, but considering she was literally running as fast as she could manage, it leads to her getting her feet a bit tangled, which of course sends her tumbling wings-over-heels. She's still in her plantsuit, so most of her is fine, but she gets a nice scrape on the heel of her hand. Her blood wells up white. It's a good thing she knows how to fall.

"Dammit!" It's okay, Kyle, she doesn't blame you. She's just feeling self-conscious. "Now I have sand in my wings!" she calls accusingly. Okay, maybe she blames him a little.

Kyle shook his head softly chuckling to himself, and stood up to go give her a hand if she needed it. Kids, at that age they never paid any attention to where they were going. Sure this one had wings, but he'd seen all sorts of species in his travels, and they all did the same things at that age. Even he'd ended up head over heels a few times when he was younger. "Hey are you alright? You took a good tumble there."

Tay gets to her feet, grimacing a tiny bit, and brushes the sand out of her hair and ruffling her wings to try to get the sand out of them. "Yeah, just a scrape," she says with a shrug. "Stings like a bitch, though. Fuck."

She shakes her hand a bit and opts to ignore the sting as best she can. Which is pretty well. "Thanks for the distraction, by the way, dude. Do I even know you?" She's pretty sure the answer's no, as she doesn't really know much of anybody, but he could just be creepily friendly.

"Sorry, I'm Kyle Katarn. I thought I recognized you from the Rogue Squadron meeting. If I mixed you up with someone else I apologize." The girl certainly had some fierceness about her. Not always a bad quality in a pilot if it could be tempered correctly.

Aaah, comrade in arms. She's still sulky over having made a fool of herself, but she lightens up on the glaring almost instantly - she can deal with ribbing and being distracted at unimportant but inopportune moments by people she's working with, as long as they're not assholes about it. "Tay Barnam. Yeah, that's me. Tall chick who can't keep her mouth shut when someone's an idiot."

Hey, they're not in a briefing now. They're on the fucking beach. She can say whatever the hell she pleases.

"Eh it can be hard when they're running their mouths. I'm sure we'll get it all sorted out soon." Kyle certainly wasn't going to stand for that ever happening again. He might be Jedi, but this was the Rogues, and that took a different approach than the one to training young Force users. Discipline first, and always. Only way for a unit to function. It still amazed him that Asuka kid was stupid enough to do that in front of the whole squadron. He was lucky Tycho hadn't smoked him right there.

"Don't be to hard on yourself though. Wedge is just trying to run a tight ship. He just needs for everyone to know who's in charge right now. If I'd said anything more than I did he would have done the same thing to me, and we go way back."

"Naw, it's cool. I was out of line and I knew it, but I just... couldn't not say anything." Tay stretches a bit, and puffs up her wings. She's still getting used to them, but there's still a lot to get used to. A whole lot more tactile input, not to mention the new muscles and everything.

"So, we're flying space... fighter jets, right?" Tay is woefully uneducated in the ways of pop culture. Her cousin Aaron would probably weep to know that she has no idea what an X-wing is. But Aaron always was the oddball of the family.

"I understand how hard it can be to let it go, but the best thing you can do right now is have yourself squared away as an example to both him, and the others." Kyle almost laughed at himself. It had been years since he'd been in any formal military unit yet here he was already advising the new recruits like an old NCO. Old habits died hard it seemed. "And if that's not enough there's always showing him up in the sims."

What? It was healthy competition!

"Pretty much. They're good fighters, and they've served for a long time back in my universe. If you keep your cool, and remember your training they'll bring you home safe."

"Oh, I plan on showing him up," Tay says, flashing a grin. "Like hell I'll let some whiny kid do better'n me." Sayeth she that is younger than said whiny kid. "Hope he's got the skills to back up his attitude, though, even if I don't like it. He needs to shape up, but I can deal with him being a douche if he really does know what he's doing." You get used to that, in teams and training. As long as the person in question wasn't subverting authority or being insubordinate, and knew what they were doing, you deal with their less-than-savoury personality traits.

Tay might bounce a little. Just a tiny bit. She's pretty excited to learn to fly, and she's only sixteen - she can't always cover it well. "And we'll be training once we get back from our forced beach vacation?" Oh please oh please oh please, she thinks hopefully to herself.

She's been fucking bored.

Oh, Kyle was starting to like her. She had the right sort of attitude they needed in new recruits. Hopefully it would rub off on the others a bit. Force knows some of the needed it badly, and it would be a lot better of a solution than his boot up their backside. "Hey don't knock a forced beach vacation. You don't know how much you'll miss them until you haven't had one for about ten years."

The statement was far more truthful than he'd have preferred. Price he paid for trying to save the galaxy all the time. "I'm sure we will be once leave is. We need to integrate everyone, and who knows when the Ohm could show up. We might even finally get a mission from the Daligig. So think you're up for it? It's going to be challenging."

If she wanted to push herself that hard all the better. Kyle could keep an eye out to make sure she didn't take it to the breaking point, and he was sure that Tycho or Wedge would spot it long before he did anyway.

"The beach is not my idea of fun," Tay informs him, wrinkling her nose. Okay, so she's actually never been to a proper tropical beach before, but she never really cared to before, and she's pretty sure now that it's still not her thing. Though running on sand is a pretty good workout, compared to pavement.

Tay nods enthusiastically in response to Kyle's questions. "Hell, yeah! I am getting so bored just sitting around kicking imaginary punching bags and shit in the Sensoriums, and there is nothing else to do." Not that she's found interesting, anyway. "Anyway, I was made for fighting, and flying just sounds..." she searches for a word, and settles on, "awesome." Awesome doesn't really convey the full measure of her excitement for it, but it's about as close as she can get.

"What do you mean you were made for fighting?" Kyle frowned. He really didn't like how that sounded. It either meant that she'd been raised as a soldier, or that she had actually indeed been made in a tube for fighting. Both of those were terrible things to do to a person.

Tay shrugs with one shoulder. "My family's all archangels. We hunt demons, to, y'know, protect the world from them. War's been going on for centuries. I'm trained for it, plus I got my wings in, which means it's basically my calling to..." she trails off and sighs. "Well, technically to kill demons, but since I haven't seen or sensed any here, I figure avenging the destruction of my whole world is a good enough substitute."

Never mind that she still has yet to feel anything like the urge to hunt her family always talked about. Just that almost-aching feeling that something's missing. It's gotta be just because there aren't any demons to hunt. That's the only thing that makes sense. It's not like a Barnam would have any calling but to be an archangel.

"Ah, family tradition. Guess it wouldn't matter much now even if the tradition was something else. We all have to fight now." It still bothered him though. He didn't like kids her age feeling pressured to choose a particular path even if their parents meant well. "Remember though, we're fighting to win this war, and get our worlds back. Not for vengeance."

If you let that drive you during a military engagement instead of keeping a cool head you'd end up dead real fast.

Tay quirks an eyebrow at Kyle. "Isn't winning the war sort of the ultimate vengeance? You kick their asses, undo what they did by getting our worlds back... It's pretty much the worst thing I could think of to do."

Well, there's also torture or whatever, but she doesn't think that way - torture is what demons do.

She may have to fight the urge to lose her cool from time to time, but as long as she's got someone to talk her down, she'll be okay.

"In a way, but it's the reasons in our hearts that matter. It guides our actions. If you go into this looking for payback it won't end well. People that do that tend to get so wrapped up in their revenge that they forget to protect those still with them." He really seemed to be having this particular conversation a lot lately. It was understandable. Everyone, himself included was in pain, and it was only natural to want revenge. Thankfully most of the crew seemed to be keeping their heads about it.

Tay grimaces a bit, and nods. "Yeah. But then people would get killed because of me, and that'd be on my conscience. You watch your partner, you watch your TEAM, and everything else comes after that."

It's easier to say than do, but whatever drawbacks her upbringing might have, they taught her well. You don't go off alone if you can help it, you watch your partner's back.

"Exactly how you should be thinking kid. Keep that in mind, and you'll do fine." At least it looked like her family had taught her the right things. One less loose cannon to worry about in a squadron full of them.

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Sorry! RL tried to kill me.

No problem. I think I still owe people tags from a week ago. XD

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