'I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me,' muttered Luna. She took a deap breath but still the panic rose within her. 'I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me. I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me. I am one with the fffffuuu-'
'There, all done,' said Tarrik Vorrus, pulling the needle out of her arm. 'Same time tomorrow for your eostrogen injection?' he asked her.
'Sure thing, Doc,' she said, forcing a smile. This was the worst part of transitioning. Endless needles. She would happily take on a full enemy squadron single handedly and likely die in the attempt, but a lone needle was enough to send her scurrying.
'Blasted machine,' grumbled Vorrus, who banged the side of computer terminal. 'Oh, not you, Bets,' he said apologetically to the R2 unit, R2-BT5, that was by Luna's side, who had let out an affronted chirp. 'This thing is giving me such damnable trouble today,' he said, waving at ther screen. 'And on the day of the recruits' physicals, too.'
'How are they coming along?' she asked, putting on her flight jacket.
'Everyone's tip top, lieutenant,' he said. He had a core world accent and pronounced 'lieutenant' as 'leftenant'. 'Still not done but I should imagine everyone's going to pass. Why,' he said slyly, 'is there someone you're hoping to fail? Save you the trouble?'
'Not at all,' she protested, hastily backing away. 'I have to get going, see the commander.'
'Give him my best,' said Vorrus distractedly, whacking the terminal again and muttering something about lag.
Luna stepped out of the medbay and into the sunlight. It was a fine day on Hosnian Prime, with barely a cloud in the sky. Cormorants flew overhead, their cries could be faintly heard over the roar of the waves. Instead of heading straight to the command room, Luna wandered over to the nearby railing, and looked down at the sea below. The mobile base hovered over the sea just low enough to cause a sort of bow wave as it cruised over and she could just about make out some sort of sea creatures hopping in and out of the churning water, though what, she couldn't guess. She looked up across the deck to the resting x-wings. Those were her stock in trade. She could name any ship flying, but animals were a complete mystery to her. With a sigh, she stepped away from the edge and made her way to the command room.
She spotted the commander immediately, slumped over the holo display at the main table. An older man with grey hair and a short, trimmed beard that made him look dashing. He could have once been described as incredibly handsome, until he'd received a disfiguring scar that covered half his face. Hell, she thought, he even makes the scar look good.
Beside him were two other men, a very buff looking Devaronian - Vix Horne, her fellow flight lieutenant in Nexu Squadron, and another human man, this one who could very definitely be considered handsome. He seemed familiar, but Luna couldn't place him.
'Sir,' she presented herself to the table, and saluted.
Her commander looked up from the display and nodded. 'Welcome back, lieutenant. Just putting the final touches on the list now. Oh, you know, Commander Dameron, I presume?' he waved to the exceedingly handsome man beside him.
'I, uh,' said Luna hesitantly. 'We've never met. But I of course know you.'
'And I've heard about you,' Poe Dameron smiled warmly. 'If Face hadn't claimed you for his squadron, I would have picked you up in a heartbeat for mine.'
'Uh, thank you...?' said Luna, flustered, then frowned. 'Face?'
'That would be me,' said the commander, smiling wistfully. 'An old nickname, from my younger days.'
