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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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"Ah yes, but you have been here before, ma'am?"

Jane is not sure she's up to giving the introductory speech to this woman on this night.

"Yeah, a few times. But I walked through the freaking front door."

"I see, ma'am. Was the change to Milliways as clear in the air as it would be on the ground?"

"Like flyin' through a giant door 'n'the sky."

"Then in theory, ma'am, you should be able to fly back through it."

"In theory. Tell you what - do you see...any part of the sky that's different from the rest?"

"I believe you would know it better than I, ma'am."

Trudy takes a deep breath, holds it, and then slowly lets it again.

"You're right. Sorry, ma'am."

"If you wish, I can leave you, ma'am. I was simply taking the air."

"...taking the air?"

"Having a walk and getting a breath of air, ma'am."

"Oh. Right. Because the air...won't kill you here. Gotcha."

"Does it do so in your home, ma'am?"

"Yep. Earth air takes longer than Pandora air, but it'll kill you."

"Pandora was where you flew in from, ma'am?"

Trudy nods.

"It's a moon in the Alph Centuri system, about 4.3 lightyears from Earth."

One day, Trudy will work out what different styles of dress mean here. Today is not that day.

"Do you work on a spaceship or starship, ma'am?"

"Me? Hell, no, I work dirtside."

Beat.

"Well, I...fly, but there's gravity involved."

"Oh, I see."

"They don't fly in your where and when, do they?"

"No, ma'am, not yet."

Trudy shudders, slightly.

"It is only the year 1796 for me, ma'am."

"...oh. Yeah, that'd do it. It's 2151 for me."

"In your time, is it common for women to be pilots, ma'am?"

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