hello all! I'm Cabby.  I'm new, rip roaring to go and reporting for training! I've done quite a bit of rping in the past, but this is my first step into the big wide world.

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?    Physical Appearance
?    Homeworld: Bespin
?    Age: 22 (10BBY)
?    Species: Human
?    Native Language: Galactic Basic'
?    Gender: Female
?    Skin Color: Tan
?    Height: 170 cm
?    Weight: 140lbs
?    Hair Color: Light brown
?    Eye Color: Green
?    Tattoos: An eye between her shoulder blades, and a Velker on her left shoulder.
?    Physical Description
Elizabeth Fletcher stands at 170cm’s, with a strong build; her curves are more due to muscle mass than anything else. Her skin is tanned and dark from the hot sun, though across the bridge of her nose, if you squint, you can make out a tiny constellation of freckles. Her eyes are large and a deep green flecked with brown. Her short light brown bangs hang into her eyes, though she pulls them back when flying, along with the mass of dreadlocks that hang to her shoulders. Tattooed between her shoulder blades, Elizabeth has a large eye, and a Velker on her left shoulder.
?    Personality
Elizabeth Fletcher is about calculated lunacy. She plots her moves meticulously for the best end result. All of this is from her gambling days. But sometimes her overconfidence screws up the plan. She’s cocky from years of being told she was the best by her family, mainly her father. The outer shell of Elizabeth is a mixture of a cool poker face, and an intense aggression. She will defend her point to the last breath, all with a straight face. Beneath her tough exterior is an optimist, all be it a sarcastic one. Elizabeth finds a way to enjoy herself despite however gloomy the situation is.
?    Background
Elizabeth Fletcher was born on Bespin in Cloud City to Magda and Collin Fletcher. Her father was a taxi pilot, and from the day that Elizabeth learned what a taxi pilot did, she was head over heels in love with the job. From a very young age Elizabeth was determined to become a taxi pilot, just like her daddy. But her mother was quite opposed to the thought; she was her only daughter after all. Elizabeth’s entire life was a continuous uphill battle with her mother. Her first big rebellion was shedding her first name, and going by Fletcher. The second was getting her taxi license. Collin Fletcher was thrilled that his daughter was interested in his line of work and supported her the entire way through. Sadly, this resulted in the separation of Fletcher’s parents.

Once Fletcher had her own cab, she the job just wasn’t enough to satisfy her thirst for speed. So she turned to racing. It took her a few races to get into the swing of things, but soon she was the best racer around. The winning streaks quickly went to her head, and soon Fletcher was betting at games; on herself of course. But all good luck must run out, and Fletcher’s rank dropped. But as it dropped she was pulled father into the world of gambling.

Her money vanished quickly and she turned to loan sharks. Her cockiness continued to best her, and she believed that she would make a comeback. Sadly, Fletcher did not, and she was forced to take the next ride out of Sky City to to avoid to the loan sharks, whom she owed quite a bit of cash too. Fletcher managed to avoid them for a few weeks, but soon they caught up to the girl, and of course she ran for it again, but this time they chased her through the streets. Her spectacular flying got her noticed by a recruiter. Fletcher was caught by the loan Sharks but bailed out by the Empire. She saw the sheer power of Imperial warships, and decided in that moment that she craved that firepower for herself.

Bio looks good. Move on to Flight School, Chapter II (link in my previous post)

Looks good. Just need to make a post on the Raptor story and you'll be essentially done. Take a look at the other posts for an idea of what you're going for.

Fletcher stood silently next to a couple of other trainees, half listening to their conversation. They weren’t overwhelmingly exciting but it was better than standing and staring off into space. It would have been a lie to say she wasn’t a tiny bit nervous about the simulation. But she was focusing on not letting her nerves get to her; flying was second nature, this was all performers’ jitters. Fletcher’s long tan finger’s twirled around a dreadlock as the noise of heavily soled shoes echoed into the room. The chatting trainees next to her hastily ended their conversation and took their seats, Fletcher following suit. Once the group was seated Warrant Officer Koate began his explanation of the simulation. Fletcher could see from the faces of the other trainees that they too were taken aback by the way Koate spoke. His voice certainly didn’t match his demeanor, nor the horror stories she had heard about him.

Soon everyone was up, jostling to get helmets and a simulator. Fletcher pulled her dreadlocks into a low bun which hung at the junction between her neck and skull. Once her hair was pulled from her face she held the black helmet between her hip and forearm. Fletcher quietly slipped by another trainee, her hand grazing his shoulder. “Excuse me,” she sang before taking the simulator for her own. As the door closed she heard his noise of indigence. ‘Too bad, so sad’ Fletcher thought to herself. Once inside and seated the helmet when on, causing a smile to slid over her lips. If there was something Fletcher loved more than anything in the world it was flying; even if this was just a simulation her nerves had turn into an excited jitter. Her eyes bounced around the cockpit. It was a splendid piece of machinery, she had to admit. Nothing at all like her taxi, or the crafts she used for racing: they were far simpler than this. Comparatively they looked like children’s toys next to this simulation, and if the sim looked this amazing, she couldn’t fathom what the real thing would be like. 

The ex-cabby went through her pre-flight checklist quickly. From her taxi days Fletcher was wired to the procedures in as little time as possible: time was money. In her mind she went over Officer Koate explanation of the situation: they would be flying blind, she’d have to pay extra attention to what was around her at all times. Her thought was interrupted by a voice was speaking into her ear: “You’ll be flying as Raptor Squadron, with Predator Squadron against two full squadrons of enemy Interceptors.” She nodded, though no one could see the motion. It was mostly for her own benefit, trying to calm the buzzing of excitement in her stomach. “The simulation with begin momentarily.”

“Raptor 6 here and ready to fly,” Fletcher announced, her fingers brushing over the controls before pressing her knuckles into her palms to crack them loudly. She didn’t have to wait long, and soon the simulation roared into life. Fletcher took the controls in her hand, and with her bottom lip firmly held between her teeth she flew out in formation towards predator. She held steady for as long as she could, taking in her surroundings. Fletcher made a concerted effort to never do anything before figuring out the end result: a left over from her gambling days. Her wingman flew tight along her side as they headed towards the enemy. From the corner of her eye she saw it tip towards her, trying to warn her, and then dip away suddenly. Fletcher was confused for a mere moment before she noticed the interceptor heading straight for her. With a jerky movement Fletcher forced her own ship downwards, flying under the other. Cursing under her breath, she checked to make sure her wingman was still there before swinging around to face the direction she had come in.

She made to follow the interceptor whom had nearly collided with her, but she couldn’t tell which one it was. Actually, she couldn’t tell who anyone was anymore. Friendly fire… so that was Officer Koate motive. Fletcher didn’t have time to make up her mind on her target before the ship was rocked with a blast from her left side. Cursing much louder this time, but also exceedingly thankful her shields had been spread over the either craft, she speed up and turned towards her attacker. This time she identified him, and narrowed her eyes. “You wanna play? Okay let’s play” Fletcher muttered and aimed her cannons before taking off after him. The other pilot was quite skilled, but Fletcher had complete lack of fear on her side. She dipped and twisted in the air, pursuing relentlessly trying to fool him as to which direction she was going to shoot from. He wouldn’t be able to use his shields if he didn’t know where she was. She wasn’t going to stop till she took him down.

Soon Fletcher was level with the other, and his icon on her targeting computer centered and blinked red. With an almost wicked grin she shot at him, and took him down. As soon as she made contact with him, Fletcher pulled up and steered back into the action. Fletcher met up with her wingman soon enough and they flew beside each other. But they were forced apart again when someone shot between them. Fletcher turned sideways momentarily before writing herself again, her wingman however seemed to have been hit, though no critically, and from what she could see his shields had fizzled out. Soon he would be within range, and a goner. “Raptor 5 you better get a move on!” Fletcher called into her mic, but was met with an infuriating hum of static. Fletcher turned sharply towards her wingman. “You saved my butt, time to return the favor,” Fletcher said, biting her bottom lip again, it was a gamble, but gambling was what she did best. With adrenaline pounding in her ears, she clutched her hand tight and accelerated. She came between the two at the perfect two, and took the shots meant for her counterpart. 

The screen shut off and Fletcher was left to sit in darkness as the door unsealed.  She pulled her helmet off and untied her hair. She shook her head as she pushed out of the simulator. As she stretched a chef petty officer came to a stop in front of her, arms crossed over his chest. “Well that was…” he started.

“Awe-inspiring?” Fletcher offered resting the helmet on her hip once more. “Stupendous? Stupefying? I could go on.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of surprising,” the officer countered. “Possibly interesting. You’re free to go Elizabeth,” with that he nodded and left Fletcher to call after him.

“For the last time, don’t call me Elizabeth!” but despite herself she grinned, quite pleased with her work.

OOC:

wc: 1,154
Action Report- Fletcher gets into the simulation, shoots down another ship and then saves her wingman

Cabby’s Report: 15/12/12
Activity:
Wiki page creation, ID line creation, and Academy Test post Raptor: Disaster!
Upcoming plans:.
To become an active and valued member of the VE?
Questions/Suggestions:
None at the moment.
Crewmen Cabby
N/A
TRN/CRW Cabby/??/ S:137 "Raptor"/ W:46 "Shield"/ PLF Cappadocious TF:TH/7Flt/SC/VEN/VE

Congratulations, Crewman Cabby. You have fulfilled the requirements of flight school and in doing so not just passing, but with flying colours. You are hereby inducted into the SFC and awarded a double promotion to Senior Crewman for your efforts. You'll be assigned to a squadron shortly!                  -- Demetrius 'Hades' Aita, Executive Officer of Naval Training.