<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/f8/c0/3f/f8c03fc3d059031ffad3c2e5d39c7376--mirialan-star-wars-rpg.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Jovashan Velralis.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>D’Qar makeshift landing pad.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone.<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Everyone present so far.<br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>: N/A.<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>N/A.<br/><hr/><br/>With a stretch of his limbs, Jovashan disembarked from one of the many shuttles, taking a moment to enjoy the light from the local star down on the planet rather than in a cockpit. He unbuttoned the top bit of his long black coat, letting some air hit the top of his chest and collarbone as he moved down to the R&R section where he espied several of his comrades already at rest. He too had been practicing mock-fly ins into fire-heavy LZs, though they had finally told him to take fifteen when he dropped yet another expletive over the comms for the thousandth time. In any case, he could use the rest to recharge his mental batteries and moved to take a seat at a table near to the other members of Grey Squadron.<br/><br/>He slumped heavily in a chair, giving just a simple nod if any other squadron mate gave him a greeting. He saw Kaulo Ma…sleeping or mediating, both looking ferocious enough. The others, Jan Dar and Decius, Tania, Cas, S’Kani, all deep in their own discussions. Sounded technical to him. He was a pilot. He concerned himself with the flying, leaving the fixing and repairs to the experts. Still, it was good to listen to and learn a few things.<br/><br/>He had a water canteen and a datapad he had swiped from one of the officers, using it to replay recorded feed of his own flights. He leaned back in his chair, slumping one black boot over another atop the table, laying the datapad against his knees so he could review his own recording. Especially his second attempt, where a delayed landing gear deployment caused the bottom of the ship he was flying to scrap against the ground of the designated landing zone, nearly crashing. That brought on the endless expletives that got him rotated out for this cycle. Wasn’t his fault, or anyone’s fault, but he ought to be aware if there were snags in the equipment, no? The actual battle would be different and one simple hitch could throw everything to hell. A delay in landing could mean extra timing for another fighter or anti-air blast from the surface to take him out. One had to keep moving in flight.<em>An extra four seconds on the landing procedure if I fly that craft again. Really going to miss up my timing…</em><br/><br/>He had a few extra credits, considering a drink, possibly his last given how things were heating up on a geo-galactic scale. Jovashan had no family, no home, or life to save up for, so he spent it as he got it.<em>Recklessly.</em>“Anyone know when we’re heading out? Hear anything?” He asked to anyone and no one in particular, getting antsy with all these drills.<br/>