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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[shroudedintent]

Different cultures indeed. Ah yes, the uniforms, an interesting choice of design and he saw the merit of such things in unifying the command. Though he himself had chosen to remain with his armor, the symbol of his authority and his uniform all in one. A simple nod is given in reply to the comment as the Sangheili rests back into the chair.

"Have you taught her much of the system thus far?" Tilting his head everso slightly in his pilots direction. "I would like to see just what she can do, when you deem her ready,"

[leafonthewind]

"I walked her through it and she seemed to pick up quick." Wash was so used to the world of freelance work - if you ran into someone with a knack for something, you hired them. "I guess she'll start showing up at morning boot camp and afternoon sims with the rest of us."


Someone had once told him that exercise built character. Wash thought he probably had enough character for a few people, no need to build it further.