Steel
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The Rebel Dawn never slept. There was always the constant hum of the engines as the mighty ship sailed through space, the ever-present buzz of machinery that was silently heard in everyone's minds. The Rebel Dawn's crew rarely slept as well. It seemed that no matter what time it was, there was always someone clicking a datapad, laughing with friends, or tinkering with the pieces of junk that everyone called starfighters. The Rebels were gravely out-numbered in their struggle against the Sith, and nobody ever brought down an Empire while fast asleep.
Such was the reason Pavelo was holding the first session of his advanced starfighter training course during the wee hours of the Rebel Dawn's night cycle. Due to the cramped spaces of the Rebel command centre, the only available place for Pavelo to instruct the young guns was in one of Rebel Dawn's hangars. Holding the session late in the night cycle helped Pavelo and his trainees avoid the disturbances and loud noises that would plague them during the day. The only drawback was that the trainees might show up tired, but Pavelo had provided them with the time in which the session was taking place well in advance. If they had not adjusted, it was their own fault.
While still new to the Rebellion, Pavelo's time as an ace Imperial pilot made him a logical choice to train the Rebellion's next group of pilots. The Imperium possessed the finest fighting force in the entire galaxy, and for the Rebellion to have a chance, they would need to at least match the level of training the pilots of the Imperium received.
Pavelo paced back and forth as he waited for his trainees to arrive. He had been told there would be four, and every one of them were experienced in a fighter. Pavelo's first training assignment would not be teaching rookies, but refining veterens. Fair enough.
The instructor stopped pacing and checked his chrono, fifteen minutes before the session would start. His trainees would arrive soon. He glanced at a nearby bench portruding fron the hanagr wall, the only seating Pavelo had been able to find for his trainees. Pavelo himself would be standing for this first session.
Each trainee had been instructed to bring flimsi and writing untensils, just in case they wanted to take notes. Pavelo himself had five datapads, each one containing diagrams of various tactics, tips, and ship specifications that he would give to the trainees. Some beings believed that instinct and 'winging it' won battles. Pavelo knew for a fact that structure and sound tactics was what truly won the day...and saved your life.
Pavelo was disturbed from his thoughts when his first trainee arrived. The Rebellion instructor eyed a big brown Wookie as it came and sat down on the bench. Pavelo gave the Wookie a small, encouraging smile.
"First one here...good, good".
The Wookie nodded in response, killing the conversation. Pavelo once again checked his chrono as he waited for the others to arrive.
Such was the reason Pavelo was holding the first session of his advanced starfighter training course during the wee hours of the Rebel Dawn's night cycle. Due to the cramped spaces of the Rebel command centre, the only available place for Pavelo to instruct the young guns was in one of Rebel Dawn's hangars. Holding the session late in the night cycle helped Pavelo and his trainees avoid the disturbances and loud noises that would plague them during the day. The only drawback was that the trainees might show up tired, but Pavelo had provided them with the time in which the session was taking place well in advance. If they had not adjusted, it was their own fault.
While still new to the Rebellion, Pavelo's time as an ace Imperial pilot made him a logical choice to train the Rebellion's next group of pilots. The Imperium possessed the finest fighting force in the entire galaxy, and for the Rebellion to have a chance, they would need to at least match the level of training the pilots of the Imperium received.
Pavelo paced back and forth as he waited for his trainees to arrive. He had been told there would be four, and every one of them were experienced in a fighter. Pavelo's first training assignment would not be teaching rookies, but refining veterens. Fair enough.
The instructor stopped pacing and checked his chrono, fifteen minutes before the session would start. His trainees would arrive soon. He glanced at a nearby bench portruding fron the hanagr wall, the only seating Pavelo had been able to find for his trainees. Pavelo himself would be standing for this first session.
Each trainee had been instructed to bring flimsi and writing untensils, just in case they wanted to take notes. Pavelo himself had five datapads, each one containing diagrams of various tactics, tips, and ship specifications that he would give to the trainees. Some beings believed that instinct and 'winging it' won battles. Pavelo knew for a fact that structure and sound tactics was what truly won the day...and saved your life.
Pavelo was disturbed from his thoughts when his first trainee arrived. The Rebellion instructor eyed a big brown Wookie as it came and sat down on the bench. Pavelo gave the Wookie a small, encouraging smile.
"First one here...good, good".
The Wookie nodded in response, killing the conversation. Pavelo once again checked his chrono as he waited for the others to arrive.