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Post by Naitia La-Don on Mar 6, 2009 20:34:19 GMT 1
Naitia enters the cockpit of the ship and sits in the pilot's seat.
She waits til Derek has come inside the ship.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Mar 6, 2009 22:17:30 GMT 1
Derek enters the cockpit, and throw himself in the copilots seat. Then looks at Natia.
"well... what are we waiting for?"
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Post by Naitia La-Don on Mar 7, 2009 8:00:59 GMT 1
Naitia smiles and turns her head again.
"Nothing."
She turns on the engines and begins to make the preparations for takeoff as they warm up.
"We're ready."
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Post by Derek Arnau on Mar 7, 2009 14:07:53 GMT 1
"Then go, for yodas sake" He growls as he turns in the chair.
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Post by Naitia La-Don on Mar 7, 2009 14:15:39 GMT 1
Naitia rolls her eyes and takes the controls. The ship lifts up from the ground and turns to fly out of the hangar.
"Finally going home." she says low, relieved.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Mar 7, 2009 14:18:18 GMT 1
"That no home of mine" Derek answers low, turning his head away from Naitia looking out in the hangar.
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Post by Naitia La-Don on Mar 7, 2009 14:20:17 GMT 1
Naitia turns her head to look at him for a moment.
"I know. Sorry."
She turns her head to the front view again, as they leave the hangar and flies out into the atmosphere.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Mar 7, 2009 14:26:52 GMT 1
Derek quickly turns his head facing her.
"Don't be, don't ever be sorry for me, I chose this, And that's how it's gonna be"
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Post by Naitia La-Don on Mar 7, 2009 14:34:31 GMT 1
Naitia sighs, but doesn't comment on his words.
The ship is now moving up through the atmosphere and is now moving closer towards space.
Naitia's dialing the coordinates for Coruscant. "We should be there in a few hours."
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Post by Derek Arnau on Mar 7, 2009 14:43:11 GMT 1
"Fine" Derek raises from his seat and leaves the cockpit and sits in the living quarters.
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Post by Naitia La-Don on Mar 7, 2009 14:53:38 GMT 1
Naitia sits and waits till they are far enough away from the planet.
She then turns the handle and they are off into hyperspace.
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