FORTUNA / POE DAMERON

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    ELARA WAS NOT A JEALOUS PERSON. She just wasn't. She might have been pretentious and overly cautious. She might have had a thousand more characteristics that defined the worst parts of herself. A trait that did not color her often was jealousy. She prided herself on this. Being envious of others seemed so trivial in the middle of a war. She had bigger things to worry about— like surviving. Leading.

    "I'm not jealous," Elara told herself, pacing through Fortuna's landing bay. A clipboard in her hand, and her droid, DNA-33, walking beside her. Deena was the astromech that Elara stole from a higher-up on Cantonica a few years back. Fortuna Squadron got clearance to fly to Cantonica for a weekend after a particularly rough mission when Elara was twenty. They were having a few drinks in a casino, and Elara's attention was brought to an older gentleman kicking around this white droid, and Elara made a split second decision and she stole it. It was unethical how the frugal beings on Cantonica treated their droids. Deena deserved better and Elara knew that.

    Deena's cerulean paint job was flawless (if Elara does say so herself) and it complimented her silver accents perfectly. The color was picked by Kai, as it's his favorite color, and he managed to convince Elara to abandon Fortuna's purple theme, just that once. Deena was kind of a small droid, for recent technology. She wasn't meant to go fast. Two legs supported her cubed body, with a little tiny cone head. Elara was thinking about giving her the ability to fly, to make her more efficient, but she had yet to bring it up to Delphie and Kathy.

    Deena knew Elara was just talking to herself, but she still replied in a string of binary, which loosely translated to "are you sure about that?".

    "'Am I sure about that'?" Elara repeated back to the droid in exasperation. "What the hell are you on about? Of course I'm sure about it." Deena's head tilted up slightly, challenging her. Where she got her attitude from, Elara had absolutely no clue (Complete sarcasm- she's raised that droid for the last four years). "Oh yeah? You wanna fight me? Right now?"

    It had been a rough day for Commander Astalles and she hadn't even eaten lunch yet. It was one thing after another getting on her nerves, and the last thing she needed at the moment was another task to add to her to-do list. She woke up late, unable to shower before having to attend a mandatory Commander meeting covering recent issues in the Squadrons lately. She sat there conscious the entire time that her hair was too greasy to be sitting in a cramped space with all of her fellow Commanders and Leia Organa. Then, as she left, somebody ran up to her and said she was needed in the medical wing, stating hastily that somebody in Fortuna Squad was injured and needed her help. It was Winnie. Her ankle had swollen to be twice the size of what it was the night before. It was fractured. She couldn't fly for four weeks, let alone walk, so Elara now held another responsibility of finding another technician to temporarily assign to Fortuna. If anyone was to ask her about it, she would say it was a terrible idea, and preferred to just be grounded instead of working with somebody who was inexperienced with how things worked.