Crewman DeVries walked down an empty corridor onboard the Nebulon B frigate "perseverance", he thought to himself about his duty and what it entailed, he promised that he wouldn't fail his father, and his family....and he would be damned if he would fail the Empire.

suddenly a small alarm rang though the corridor, alerting him and his fellow pilots to an impending training mission, Piter quickly composed himself and ran to his spartan quarters to put on his flight suit...

Once securely suited up, he ran to the reliatively small hanger bay of the frigate, there was room for just 5 standard TIE's up in racks, he climbed up the ladder to the gantry and dropped down into the seat of one of the TIE's with a dull thud "this is where the fun begins" mused Piter as he primed the fighters power convertors and brought the weapon systems online, the order came though his helmet comlink...the two ion engines whined into life and he, along with two other fighters were away.

Inside his helmet Piter sweated, this was his first live training mission..he knew that these fighters had no shields, thankfully this wasn't live combat training just basic navigation and piloting skills.

In time the training session was completed, now once more on the rack inside the hanger bay, with a hiss of an unseen hydraulic strut the cockpit hatch opened and Piter clambered out..."scratch one training session", with that thought he made his way to the debriefing


(this is my first ever bit of fiction, which may explain why it's a bit runon ish )
 
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