Dejah stepped up beside the craft, and brushed off the control consoles. She pushes something and gets no response.
"Huh. Hang on." She cracks a panel and her face is bathed in a pale blue light. "There you are. Wakey wakey." She tweaks something and the whole contraption shudders. She closes the panel and throws a leg over, leaning forward to grasp the throttle levers. A moment later, the flyer flexes and the wings unfold in a cloud of dust. Each 'feather' is a pane of blue glass and seems to swivel independent of the support structure. They angle towards the overhead lights, and the skimmer seems to shiver into the next stage of powering up.
"This is one of the older models. The kind I learned to fly on. They're a bit more fussy than the newer models, but I find them to be more responsive." She certainly sits astride it with an ease that implies more than basic competency. "The radium drive is still powered up, but it needs a moment under the lights to reach flight capabilities. Care for a spin?"
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"Huh. Hang on." She cracks a panel and her face is bathed in a pale blue light. "There you are. Wakey wakey." She tweaks something and the whole contraption shudders. She closes the panel and throws a leg over, leaning forward to grasp the throttle levers. A moment later, the flyer flexes and the wings unfold in a cloud of dust. Each 'feather' is a pane of blue glass and seems to swivel independent of the support structure. They angle towards the overhead lights, and the skimmer seems to shiver into the next stage of powering up.
"This is one of the older models. The kind I learned to fly on. They're a bit more fussy than the newer models, but I find them to be more responsive." She certainly sits astride it with an ease that implies more than basic competency. "The radium drive is still powered up, but it needs a moment under the lights to reach flight capabilities. Care for a spin?"