<b>RE: Star Wars: Symphony of Annihilation [Rp thread] (Accepting)</b><br/><br/>"Stop telling me what to do!"  Flora shouted back, though she didn't deviate in her sprint for the ship Gabriel had pointed out.  An A-Wing was far from her preferred ship in most situations since the speedy little fighters often lacked the cargo space to really move goods or people making them somewhat useless for a transporter like herself.  However, their speed and the power of their light armaments made them attractive ships when it came to a space battle, and she didn't want to put odds that there wouldn't be an enemy ship outside.<br/><br/>Even if it was some heavy carrier or frigate that a little fighter like that couldn't reasonably damage, she would rather trust in her skills at the stick than the strength of her shields.  She slung her carbine as she leaped, vaulting onto one angled wing and sliding across it into the pilot's seat while the already-loaded astromech droid whirred in distress.  She pulled on the helmet as she powered the ship up, grimaced at the looseness, then tossed it out to clatter onto the hangar floor before reaching up to pull the canopy closed, nervously eyeing the AT-AT's main gun until it detonated spectacularly under assault from the other ships.<br/><br/>"Alright..."  She plugged her own earpiece into the fighter's communication systems and tightened the harness, grimacing at the thought of who must have owned this ship before for it to be so uselessly loose around her slender frame, listening to the radio as she abbreviated the pre-flight checks as much as possible.  Anything that would keep her from exploding was essential, but anything short of catastrophic systems failures could be compensated for when they came up.<br/><br/>Still, by the time she could feel the comforting rumble of the powerful twin engines at her back the others were already nosing out of the hangar and she had to lean on the throttle, feeling a tingling surge of adrenaline flow through her as she shot past the other docked ships and followed the little impromptu squadron out into the black, immediately beginning to flip through channels until she found that annoying Jedi-Gabriel or something?-'s voice.<br/><br/>"Oi!  Crazy guy!  We pair up okay?  I'll watch one bomber you watch the other!"  Flora accelerated as she hit space, forcing herself to stay in formation with the Y-Wing she'd picked as she aimed a tight beam transmission to it.  "Hey!  You in the Y-Wing!  This is the A-Wing off your stationward beam!  I'm thinking we could have a mutually beneficial relationship regarding our odds of surviving this insanity!  What do you say?"