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Outside Milliways it is a nice day. Mostly blue skies, with just enough cloud to be picturesque. Just enough breeze to be pleasant, with the temperature pretty decent for mid-March.

The peace is spoiled by a loud sound not unlike that of a Black Hawk helicopter.

This would be because an Aerospatiale SA-2 Samson has been pulled from the skies of Pandora for a visit, and the pilot is flying the craft over the lake to land on the grass. It's a smooth landing, the two sets of rotors tilting as Trudy moves the controls, but she's far from pleased.

This fact is fairly audible should anyone approach once she climbs out (the cockpit window/door not moving until the blades have stopped spinning, of course). The normally easy-going and laidback pilot is swearing, fluently and multi-lingually, as she inspects her Samson for any damage (none).

This was not how the Chief Warrant Officer had planned on spending her first day flying again, no sir, it is not.

[ooc: *falls over* I love you all, but my brain is dead, so I'm going to have to call slowtime. Will pick up in the morning!]

tiny!tag: trudy chacon

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"Same way the door shows up where it ain't supposed to be?" Nori suggests. "But you can usually walk back out, so...reason stand you could fly just as easy."

She shrugs.

"Yeah, but you can see doors."

Nori shrugs lightly. "I wouldn't imagine you had a delineated area to fly out of."

"No, kid, but I had a freaking grid reference and a flight plan."

She raises an eyebrow. "Maybe it just wants you here. Ask the Bar what you gotta do, maybe? Or someone else that comes in not through the door."

Trudy...lets out a sigh, the anger seeming to slip off her.

"Great."

"Hey, at least you have a bird to fly."

Noriko has no mode of transportation to get out of here other than her own two feet. And it's not an easy process, coming off multiple addictions at once with no help. But she has no choice, as long as she's stuck here.

"And, 'n'a job to do. But, at least I didn't crash."

"You're good with it...whatever it is." Nori walks slowly around the machine, remembering the last conversation they had. "This is a Samson?"

"That she is."

"Looks...different."

"To?"

"Me?" Nori says, somewhat questioning. "From everything? We don't...um. Nothing flying looks even remotely like that."

But then, as usually happens, her curiosity kicks in.

"Really? Always thought it looked similar to an old helicopter."