Their Lady Adyé [Star Wars]

Have you Ever Seen Me Fly?

May the Fourth be with you!

Ana barely realized just how much she was muttering and cursing as she orchestrated the wrestling match between her hydrospanner and the starboard S-foil actuator on the X-wing she was perched atop. For D'Qar it was a particularly warm day and she had long since shed the top part of her jumpsuit, securing the arms around her waist, leaving her in only her sleeveless tunic. But it didn't help much. She was still obscenely hot. And the actuator was being particularly difficult.

Down below, she could hear R3-N3's frustrated chattering as he worked on the actuator adjustment from below. It nearly caused her to smile knowing the little droid was having about as much trouble with this as she was.

Sitting up for a minute to catch her breath, her faint hope that the breeze might cool her down fell flat. With a disappointed sigh, she nevertheless scrubbed the back of her hand over the side of her face, knowing full well that she was probably only replacing sweat with grime.

Around her the Resistance Base was the picture of organized chaos. Everywhere there were techs from a variety of fields scurrying this way and that, droids weaving in and around the clusters of personnel and officers striding purposefully from one bit of business to the next.

It was completely by accident that her gaze landed on the newest star of the Resistance. Not that she minded...Poe Dameron was not at all hard to look at. His reputation among the Starfighter Corps was growing greater with each passing mission, and he was poised to become a legend in his own right thanks to his impressive, albeit risky, moves when behind the controls of an X-wing. And he certainly looked the part of the dashing fighter pilot with his wind-tousled hair and charming smile. Ana couldn't help but stare...just a little bit.

But the actuator wasn't about to fix itself, so with a groan Ana forced herself back to work. Usually she liked tinkering and fiddling around the inner-workings of anything that could fly or drive, but today she was in a different mood.

Around her, a few patrolling X-wings were returning and another group of pilots were beginning their preparations to leave on different missions. Watching the fighters coming in for their landings and listening to others firing up to go out had sparked Ana's longing to fly. She considered herself a good pilot—a great pilot on days where she was feeling particularly confident—and had been flying since she was a child. But it had been a while. She wanted to join the Starfighter Corps, but her Aunt was hesitant to allow it. She didn't have the experience in fighters, after all, and as much as Leia knew Ana's wish, the Corps was filled with only the best and most experienced, each hand-picked from the Republic's Starfighter Corps and a variety of planetary defense forces from across the Galaxy. And she was also unapologetically protective. On some level Ana understood where her Aunt was coming from; both the General's perspective and the Aunt's. But couldn't she at least let Ana try and prove herself?

Finally, the actuator surrendered and Ana was able to get it properly realigned, relieved to have finished that particular task. Though tired and entirely too warm, there was a new bounce in her step as Ana hopped over from just behind the cockpit down into the pilot's seat. She knew that she could run the diagnostic from down below, but since her Aunt was keeping her grounded for the time being, it was a small comfort to even sit behind the controls. With a disappointed sigh as she fired up the converters to properly run the diagnostic, she glanced longing at the joystick.

Boy, did she wish her uncle were here...he always let her fly...

"You planning on going somewhere?" Ana was jolted from her musings by the amused voice that was suddenly over her shoulder. Swinging around, she found herself face to face with one Poe Dameron. His eyes were laughing at her, prodding her out of any shyness she might have been caught by. She had just wrapped up the diagnostic she'd been running as he'd interrupted her thoughts; her adjustment had more than done its job.