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On a Role! [Rhi-Rhi/Open]
« on: September 04, 2014, 01:51:54 pm »
Yeah! Pilot Miink was on a role! To be specific, a pat-rol. What could be more awesome than this? His fighter felt like an extension of his body as he barrel-rolled then plummeted rapidly, before soaring slowly up again. Just to test that everything was functional, of course. Not that he hadn't checked before lift-off! That would've been lax, and could get a pilot suspended! He was going somewhere. Sector 7652AH, here I come!

His uniform was pristine, and his hair as neat as he could get it, having restrained it with his specially reinforced, tartan headband, to celebrate his first time off the station in an official capacity since he had finished training. The wide windows of his craft let him look out at the endless expanse of space as though there was nothing separating him from it. Hey, I should send Al a picture! Wait, that's against pilot regulations, isn't it. Oh. I can probably send Chessi and Ry- oh wait. It wasn't like he was allowed to take his hands off the controls, or had free floating technology onboard, so that was out too. He took a second to lament his lack of company, even through electronics, before setting to his favourite patrol pattern with unusual zeal.

He had turned his radar on to a suitable 180 degrees on the x and y axes scan pattern as soon as he left the base, and he kept an ear out for any bleeps that were low enough to be more than space junk. He had it on audio instead of visual because sometimes vessels used radar cloaking without visual cloaking, so it was worth keeping an eye out. Nothing seemed to be around as he reached the edge of his sector, then turned his back on it, feeling oddly tempted to expand his radar to 360 degrees, so he wasn't blind to behind him. He had a feeling he wasn't alone. Still, he had no proof, and it would be stupid to look for a vessel that might not even be there, especially since he was alone, so he slipped down onto the next level, and started along the same row again. Okay, so maybe his favourite patrol pattern was a bit more thorough than was practical. His fighter was so fast though; if he did a normal patrol pattern he'd be done in no time! Then he'd be grounded again, and he hated being grounded, especially when none of the other pilots would talk to him. It was hazing all over again.

His thoughts ran on in the background, as most of his attention was focused on his physical view, his radar, and his occasional checks on his scanners. There seemed to be a slightly higher than average energy reading... Still not enough to mean anything, but he danced his fingers over his shooter controls and cloaking switch. No, hiding would be stupid when he was in Libran space. There was probably nothing there...

He swore there was something there.
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