Dec 31, 2017
-- f o r @spacepiloted
Galen was eighteen years old. He was eighteen years old, and a fresh recruit for the Resistance. He was eighteen years old, a fresh Resistance recruit, and he was standing in front of a T-70 X-wing for the first time.
He swallowed, glancing around at the other people bustling around the hangar, before looking back at the X-wing looming over him. He’d wanted to learn how to pilot one ever since his father had taught him how to pilot their dinky speeder back home on Chandrila.
One particular person caught his interest, and he turned to face him. “You’re Commander Poe Dameron, right?”