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The slight frown was there, though quickly banished. He'd at least gotten Mr. Vymes to agree to come back to Nar Shaddaa.
"You have a ship you can use? Or is public transport acceptable enough?"
Old Mekhi could've certainly sent a ship of his own, but apparently he'd felt it best to have Zeno make his own way here, to Ossus. As well, the same for getting back to the Vertical City.
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"I was a pilot before I came to Nar Shaddaa. I'm a pilot long after, as well."
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The RZ-1T A-Wings in the limited Jedi motorpool were useful boons for teaching aspiring Padawans how to be star pilots. They also helped certain old Jedi Masters with incurable wanderlust to shake the surly bonds of planetary life and to live among the clouds and stars. Vymes led his guest to the hangar, singling out one with a bold blue and gold livery.
"Back seat first, Mr. Hagen." Zem deferred, gesturing to the open hatch cockpit. The trainers could seat two, but it wasn't exactly roomy.
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It was a tight fit, all things told. Zeno wasn't entirely uncomfortable, but he also knew that this small cockpit would be cramped by the end of the trip. He wasn't going to complain though, since the real test had been getting the Jedi Master to agree to return to Nar Shaddaa. Whatever Mekhi wanted him for, he'd not been told. It didn't really worry him much though, as it was only a matter of time before he'd be told.
He settled as best as he could, shifting slightly in his seat. Well, 'seat' was a generous thing to call it, really.
"Don't suppose there's a drink service," he mumbled with a slightly amused tone to his voice.
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Zem simply replied with a knowing grin before taking the pilot's seat himself.
"The Jedi encourage you to find meaning in living simply. I trust you'll manage."
The cockpit lowered over them, hermetically sealing with a hiss of displaced air. Vymes worked the pre-flights, causing the entire fighter the thrum with the pent-up power in its small frame. Within a moment the repulsors were on, the skids were up, and the A-wing was under its own power, cruising out of the hangar under maneuvering thrust until clear. Once they met sky, Zem fed the throttle. The engines picked up an orange glow as twin thrust cones pushed the fighter to escape velocity with speed.
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