Well, Lisa keeps writing One-Eighty-Worst stories, and I will not be left out! This is my almost female-superiorist (I made that up. Sounds real, huh?) story about a girl in the Imperial Navy. Daala did it! Iceheart did it! Tavira did it! So me too! (Also, Feylis was training to be a TIE pilot before joining the Rogues.)
Title: Star
Rating: PG-13 (this is the one 181st, not Rogue Squadron!)
Author: Anne, Guild Girl.
Summary: Gemma Star wanted to be a TIE pilot since she was little. Now, she hears stories of Madame Director Isard and Admiral Daala, and she thinks she can achieve her dream. She knows she's a hot pilot, but can she get past the flyboys' nasty opinions of women?
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. However, if George felt like giving it to me...
Star
Gemma looked around the admissions office, a bit nervous, as a thousand worries flew through her mind. An admissions officer walked up, breaking her reverie.
"May I help you? Looking for your brother, perhaps?"
"No, I want to enlist to Starfighter Acadamy." The officer, a name tag identifying him as a Lieutenant Larse, gave her an odd look.
"Is this a prank? I can easily call CorSec." Gemma gave him her most withering look. She decided to think of him as Lietenant "Arse" unless he redeemed himself very soon.
"No, I want to enlist. Admiral Daala did it. I can too." Lieutenant Arse looked flustered.
"But she was Grand Moff Tarkin's- never mind. Do you have any idea how hard it'll be? You'd have to shave your head and do weight training and-"
"I already work out, and I don't give a d*** about my hair." Lieutenant Arse looked utterly amazed at the short, attractive, delicate-looking blonde's strong language. "And, my older brother told me that being short is an atvantage for a fighter pilot. I'll grow my hair back when I'm an officer."
"I'll send you to testing." said Lieutentant Arse doubtfully. "Good Luck. You'll need it."
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Over the next week or so, Gemma went through the most rigorous testing she had ever been through. She had always been good at dates and such, but the academic portion was still incredibly hard. Flying was another story. She felt so good while flying. She was pretty sure she'd be accepted; she knew she did well on the academics, and she shot down the majority of the other cadets in the sims. Gemma waited for "Results Day" as anxiously as all the others.
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Captain Turr Phennir wondered why his commanding officer had summoned him. He didn't think he did anything wrong, but with Major Fel, you could never tell.
"Captain Phennir," Major Fel began, "One of the cadet candidates shows great promise, Cadet Star."
"Are we going to take him, sir?"
"There is a problem. Cadet Star is a woman."
"They let her in?!"
"Apparently, she kept mentioning that Admiral Daala had done it."
"Oh. I guess they didn't want her to find out about Daala and Tarkin."
"Exactly. Would you mind if I placed her in your squadron? She might be a good asset after the losses at Morravia . I believe that your men would be best able to adjust to a woman in their squadron."
"Yes, sir."
"Dismissed."
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Title: Star
Rating: PG-13 (this is the one 181st, not Rogue Squadron!)
Author: Anne, Guild Girl.
Summary: Gemma Star wanted to be a TIE pilot since she was little. Now, she hears stories of Madame Director Isard and Admiral Daala, and she thinks she can achieve her dream. She knows she's a hot pilot, but can she get past the flyboys' nasty opinions of women?
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. However, if George felt like giving it to me...
Star
Gemma looked around the admissions office, a bit nervous, as a thousand worries flew through her mind. An admissions officer walked up, breaking her reverie.
"May I help you? Looking for your brother, perhaps?"
"No, I want to enlist to Starfighter Acadamy." The officer, a name tag identifying him as a Lieutenant Larse, gave her an odd look.
"Is this a prank? I can easily call CorSec." Gemma gave him her most withering look. She decided to think of him as Lietenant "Arse" unless he redeemed himself very soon.
"No, I want to enlist. Admiral Daala did it. I can too." Lieutenant Arse looked flustered.
"But she was Grand Moff Tarkin's- never mind. Do you have any idea how hard it'll be? You'd have to shave your head and do weight training and-"
"I already work out, and I don't give a d*** about my hair." Lieutenant Arse looked utterly amazed at the short, attractive, delicate-looking blonde's strong language. "And, my older brother told me that being short is an atvantage for a fighter pilot. I'll grow my hair back when I'm an officer."
"I'll send you to testing." said Lieutentant Arse doubtfully. "Good Luck. You'll need it."
***************
Over the next week or so, Gemma went through the most rigorous testing she had ever been through. She had always been good at dates and such, but the academic portion was still incredibly hard. Flying was another story. She felt so good while flying. She was pretty sure she'd be accepted; she knew she did well on the academics, and she shot down the majority of the other cadets in the sims. Gemma waited for "Results Day" as anxiously as all the others.
*****************
Captain Turr Phennir wondered why his commanding officer had summoned him. He didn't think he did anything wrong, but with Major Fel, you could never tell.
"Captain Phennir," Major Fel began, "One of the cadet candidates shows great promise, Cadet Star."
"Are we going to take him, sir?"
"There is a problem. Cadet Star is a woman."
"They let her in?!"
"Apparently, she kept mentioning that Admiral Daala had done it."
"Oh. I guess they didn't want her to find out about Daala and Tarkin."
"Exactly. Would you mind if I placed her in your squadron? She might be a good asset after the losses at Morravia . I believe that your men would be best able to adjust to a woman in their squadron."
"Yes, sir."
"Dismissed."
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