[center][h1]Tommy Pearson[/h1][/center]

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"A few, yeah," Tommy replied, seeming to notice the cast for the first time, but deciding it would be rude to jump straight into asking about it. Instead he kept the conversation on what seemed to be of mutual interest to the two. 

"I passed my qualifications for the Firefly," he left out that that training had been received during the war, when Firefly Class ships were popular among the Independents as an answer to Alliance spacecraft, "but if I'm bein honest, my trade was in the Komodo way back when. Always did admire these gals from afar though."

Though there was a wistful tone in his voice, his expression remained a bit on the darker side as memories came flooding back of the war. He still dreamed of the day his pilot had been killed and he had to seize control of the craft before it killed him and every other soul aboard. Some nights, he wasn't fast enough. Even then he considered himself one of the lucky ones. A lot more on both sides came back from the war with more than an occasional bad dream.

"Handlin' is a bit different. Then again so is everything these days," he glanced again towards Yuri's cast, "your pilot planning on taking a vacation?"