The Flagship [OPEN]

[leafonthewind]

Wash rarely went anywhere but the bridge of the Quarter - the whole thing felt creepily like an Alliance ship and the bridge was a smaller space, easier to deal with after Serenity's tight places.

Not that it was much better on the bridge. Wash sometimes felt like he was in a vast fishbowl, standing out on the end of the bridge. It was built in the thrust, three sides surrounded by air and railings. Luckily the consoles were high enough that no-one was likely to get vertigo.

Wash went straight to his station, running his hand over the console. Even in a ship this high-tech they knew that the pilot had to feel her to fly.

"She's not my first love but she's well enough," he said.

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[shootingblancs]

"Maybe not in this form," Michael chuckled. "How's your practice coming with that transformation? Having someone else manning the guns might take a bit off your brainpower."

[leafonthewind]

"Having someone else manning the guns only frees up my utter genius," Wash said. Cocky? Well, he was a pilot. "You've only seen me in multitasking mode. Once I don't have anything else to worry about nobody can touch me."

He left his palm resting against the pilot's console - he did love flying this ship. Especially when it was a giant robot. "The transformation's getting smoother every time. I'm getting more used to which systems are essential and which can be sidelined because we don't have a crew."

It was very nice not to have to worry when you accidentally vented a deck to space.

[shootingblancs]

"Be glad you're not in one of the VFs," he quirked a blond eyebrow. "Having to aim, shoot and fly at that speed all the time? It's madness." The expression on his face and tone of his voice were as friendly as ever - what was a little good-natured ribbing between pilots?

He leaned against one of the bulkheads - one of the few pieces in the room that wasn't a console. "Glad to hear it. It'd be a shame if the person at the helm couldn't make this big girl sing like she's supposed to."

[leafonthewind]

"That miiiight have had something to do with why I got shot down on my first campaign."

Civilian flight school hadn't really prepared him for battle, but by the time the war was really underway they were taking just about anyone. "Spent the rest of the war on a planet where people juggled geese for entertainment."

[shootingblancs]

The fighter pilot couldn't help but laugh. "Could be worse - you ever meet Sheryl? She got my VF shot down about twelve seconds after she took the controls." They'd been lucky to make it out of that one alive, but he was a fighter pilot - they were immortal.

"I guess everyone's gotta make their own fun."

[leafonthewind]

"That's what I thought. Never did learn to juggle geese - goslings, baby geese is what they juggled. Someone tried to catch a full-grown one once on a dare but we only tried that once. Geese get mean when they're angry. Did you know they hiss?"

About this time people usually told him to shut up because he was rambling. He could talk endlessly on a topic if you let him.