Flight Officer Christian Grimm:
Christian looks at Ashlyn sith a cold glare. Was this guy for real! he thought.
"I admit, that some of the moves I pulled out there were risky, but they were by no means stupid. And, just because I survived and you didn'tr means that I think your wrong and i'm right..I never said that."
"What I said that the sim was designed to test our teamwork skills in grave suituations, and an ability to think on our toes."
OOC: Uh Christian you might want to go back and re-read my post. The comment you are referring to was from a discussion between Ashlyn and Jamie. So you're saying you never made a comment when nobody is even suggesting you did! Need to keep an eye on who is saying what. I know it gets confusing here.
Flight Officer Christian Grimm:
Christian looked at Ashlyn in the eyes now, not flinching or backing down.
"But I, at least have the decency to reserve judgement on people, instead of calling them idiots and meatheads."
His gaze not flinching, the last words were in a low tone.
"And don't call me such again."
Ashlyn spills his caf in suprise. He nearly bursts into laughter, only the long training he'd had in patience and discipline kept him in check. Even so a small smile began to etch its way onto his lips.
"By the Force, are you threatening me? You want me to not call you methead and you try to enforce this through your glares and threatening tones? Thank you for proving me right about you."
Flight Officer Neeva Simestra:
Neeva turned to Ashlyn with a cat-like smile. "We can all safely say that tact is not Laughing Boy's strong suit. Personally, I'd like to shoot him and go back to my breakfast with new friends, but I'm guessing I'd get caught.
Neeva put down her cup of juice. "So, let's do this right. Laughing Boy clearly has some ideas about what went wrong and what we could have done instead, so lets hear what he's got to say."
Neeva finally directed her comments to the agitating pilot. "You do have more to offer than name calling, I presume."
Ashlyn ignored Neeva's verbal barb and focused on her question.
"Firstly, let me introduce myself. I am Flight Officer Ashlyn Bedix, formally a rifleman and sniper in the ground forces I recently transerred to Starfighters."
"I've been playing this simulation over in my mind since my 'death'. Too many of us, myself included put too much faith in our flying skills and our craft. We were too cocky. I heard people cursing on the comm when they couldn't down a TIE fighter. How arrogant is that of us? The TIE fighter is new off the production line whilst we're flying craft whose heydey was back in the clone wars. They are faster, more maneuvarable and better armed. Whatsmore they are flown by rigourously trained Imperial pilots."
"We can't beat them one-on-one yet we tried. The Y-Wings scored better than us on this I'll wager. Not because they flew newer craft because they worked as a team and concentrated mass fire on single targets."
"Whilst meathead did get it right when he said teamwork was the goal, he failed to point out we failed miserably as a team. We were thrown out there with only our wingpairs and a designation. We didn't from flights and designate flight leaders or a squadron commander. We didn't clearly determine our goal, we just started shooting at TIE's."
"Personally I think our victory, if you can call it that was more luck than skill."
Ashlyn sat back, more interested in a response from the Twi'lek and Grey 1 than from the verbal slugging match with the meathead.