Cora sat patiently still during the briefing, observing Flight Captain Kael as he spoke. The woman had crossed her legs and upon her lap rested her datapad. During briefing she’d note down every once in a while, trying to figure out how she felt about the whole scenario. Indeed, the flight school was over, but their first mission – her first mission was affected by the survivors of Turkana’s lust for revenge. But it was only fair, as much as it worried Cora. However, the new squadron to which she had been assigned, had no emotions concerning the situation, seeing as they had not participated in the battle. At least Cora prayed they didn’t. She wasn’t especially keen on being shot down on her first run.

As the briefing came to an end, Cora stood up and quickly dusted off her black uniform and gave her ponytail a quick tuck. Her eyes glanced around the room, observing the seasoned pilots as they went about their business. They reminded her much of the workers back home on Balmorra, all going about their business in their matching uniforms. Still, they carried different expressions. Some were cheery, eager to finally acquire the opportunity for revenge that they so heavily sought after. Some looked ever so melancholic. Perhaps they had lost a wingman, a friend? Cora became still in her observation, still clinging onto the datapad, holding it against the bottom of her imperial shirt.

It wasn’t until she was approached that she reacted. The pilot inspected her for an unusual amount of time, which she finally noticed. Cora turned her head to return the favour, finding him almost scanning her as if she was a droid.

[b]"Lieutenant Antocha. Don't get me killed."[/b] Garik blurted out all of a sudden. Cora blinked for a second before she recognized him from the message she had received, when she was assigned to the squad. Caught slightly off guard, Cora extended her hand just as she spoke.

[b]“Do you greet all girls like that, Lieutenant Antocha?”[/b] she carefully smiled, before continuing. [b]“Lieutenant Tarneia, but I’m assuming you already knew that, no?”[/b] Cora observed him with a curious, yet careful gaze. Flight school had done what it could to get used to meeting strangers, but she wasn’t exactly a natural. There was an attempt, at least.

[b]“We’ve been assigned as wingmen if I’m not mistaken, right? I’ve not met anyone else from the squadron yet, have you?” [/b]Cora asked as she once again wrapped her arms around the datapad and let her emerald green eyes look around, to reinforce her question.