[OOM] Eiattu - Palace Courtyard

[fighting_mad]

It's a beautiful Eiattu day; hot and humid as ever, sun shining through the heat haze. Plourr has a seat on an ornately carved bench in a quiet courtyard, surrounded by green and orange and purple. She flicks off the small, portable comm unit and sits for a moment, frowning.

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[eiattu_pride]

For his part, Rial sits in silence.

[fighting_mad]

Right. "I'm going to go find them and haul their asses out of the fire, and tell them what a bunch of kriffing idiots they are," she says firmly.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial can't help it, he smiles.

"I'll hold down the fort."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr is a little relieved, honestly, to see the smile. "Thank you," she says, holding his eyes a moment.

And then everything is a whirl of planning; of tracking coordinates (some dump of a planet called Malrev IV), running diagnostics on her X-wing, barking orders, organizing the twelve-pilot Eiattu Navy squadron of Z-95 Headhunters that is going with her.

She's going to do this, and she's going to do this right.