Myrmidon, 2-5-18 0730 - 2-9-18 XX00
After the simulation, Zam returned to his quarters to complete the requested paperwork. He was less than pleased with his own performance, though it had proven successful. After some thought, he chose to critique all of his fellow pilots. It wasn't that he thought he was a better pilot - far from it - but by identifying their strengths and weaknesses he felt he could learn how better to work with them and, furthermore, perhaps gain some insight, the better to increase his own abilities.
It took him the better part of the morning to finish to a level he deemed acceptable. He filed the report - a critique of his own flight, as well as that of his wingman, Osk - with the wing leader (he doubted the human would be interested in his full critiques; if he asked for them they would be prepared). Then, after a quick shower, he checked the chronometer and discovered he still had a little more than an hour before he was due on the Flight Deck. On Watch, he'd be happy to practice piloting with his new wingman, but in the meantime, it seemed a good time to get to know the crew - particularly those in the maintenance bay.
As he walked, he considered the day thus far. It was certainly proving to be interesting, serving aboard an Imperial cruiser. He had not made pre-judgments, but that did not change the fact that it had, by and large, lived up - or perhaps down - to his expectations. While he had no intention of modifying his fighter, as one TIE fighter was interchangeable with another and doing so could prove dangerous to both himself and others, he wanted to meet those responsible for the upkeep of his new home, to say nothing of the starfighter. Making friends with the repair crew, he knew, could very well mean the difference between a half-ass repair job that left him floating without power and one that left him with a bit of extra power he could pull on in an emergency. It was worth getting to know the crew.
