As Charlie sat in the briefing, listening to the Captain, he couldn't help the grin on his face as they were told they were going to establish superiority. That meant dogfighting, and that was the kind of thing that could get him on the map. In the TIE corps, kills got you noticed, and once you were noticed you could start going places. Of course, Charlie had his eyes on a captaincy of his own vessel, not spending all his days as some adrenaline jockey pilot. The Captain dismissed them with the order to remember their training, and the vets filed out not long after. Raising his eyebrow at the brusque approach of one of his fellow pilots to meeting his wingmate, some pretty little brunette. Just as Charlie got up to cut in, however, his COM chirped and then he heard the voice of his fellow pilot issuing forth

"[i]Marick this is Lieutenant Amos, I believe we're saddled together for the rodeo tonight.[/i]" Charlie raised an eyebrow at that, and with a glance noted that Amos wasn't in the room. Ah yes, he was the one who had left the briefing halfway through, wasn't he? The Captain wouldn't like that, though if he did well enough in the field that may just get forgiven. Charlie didn't want to stay shackled to this guy though, after all being associated with some loose cannon could hinder his path to glory. He'd have to try and swap wingmates with someone after this flight, perhaps Lieutenant Jinnau would be willing to fly with him.

Shaking his head of these thoughts, Charlie keyed his COM and said easily "[color=0072bc]Amos huh? This is ell-tee Marick, but you can call me Charlie. We'll be watching each others' six on this flight to be sure, so lets keep each other alive eh? I'm heading to the hangar to look over my machine, but if you're interested in talking, let me know when I get there.[/color]" Striding from the room with a light jaunt, he noted a few veterans remained near the room in a small clump, glaring as Charlie walked past. They sure didn't seem to care for the rookies, though if the rebels were only as effective as Charlie had heard then they'd be stuck with the new pilots for awhile. Reaching the hangar after a few minutes of taking elevators and corridors, Charlie strode to his fighter with a wide smile. Say what you will about flying a TIE, and Charlie had plenty to say, but these machines were downright majestic.

Looking it over, he noted maintenance finishing work on his fighter and moving to the next. That was good then, that meant it would be perfectly operational for the flight. Charlie quickly began looking it over himself, his experiences on ships his whole life meant pre-flight checks were no big deal. Sliding into the cockpit and powering it up, Charlie powered up his instrument panel and began checking systems. Sublight engines, green to go, armament read armed and ready, cockpit gyros were properly calibrated, life support was online, locator beacon was prepped and ready, and the ejection seat was armed. Charlie chuckled at that, an ejection seat in a vacuum fighter was a semi-hilarious concept, even if he knew it was more meant to be used by those pilots who were in atmo. His fighter was good to go, his suit had been checked earlier, and his wingman was..."[color=0072bc][i]Well, I guess two out of three good things is alright, and hey, maybe Amos won't be so bad...[/i][/color]" The stray though struck Charlie as he chuckled again, powering the instrument panel back down.