RP Date: YE 42
RP Location: YSS Tokyo - Hangar Bay One - Flight Control Deck
Ever the observant woman, Rowena quickly took notice when she saw the two bronze-skinned Nekovalkyrja staring at each other with disbelief in their eyes. After seeing the astonished expressions across their similar-looking features, she did not need any more hints to realize that she was seeing a reunion, one that was potentially precluded by many years apart. The two batch-sisters were almost on the verge of running into each other's arms. The only thing stopping them was their obligation to execute the necessary formalities of rank given the presence of a flag officer in the immediate area. Nevertheless, the sight of the two excited batch-sisters nearly brought tears to Rowena’s eyes. It made her think of her own batch-siblings, most of whom were working in the Zesuaium factories of Central Uesureya
In the middle of her first day of on-the-job training, Rowena had abandoned the career she had been created for in order to pursue the pipe dream of becoming a starfighter pilot. Of course, she had failed miserably, having washed out into a lower course to train as a gunner instead. Although she enjoyed serving in the military, Rowena could not help but to feel guilty due to the fact that she had abandoned her only family in order to chase what had ultimately amounted to a fantasy. Her guilt had led her to stop contacting them, because she was ashamed of her failure to achieve the goal she had set for herself in joining the military. She didn’t want her batch-siblings to think of her as a failure, especially since she had told all of them of her aspiration.
Nevertheless, Rowena was still chasing after that dream, for reasons that she could never put into words. Just that morning, she had woken up early to train her reflexes in the simulator so that she could re-attempt the basic pilot course and hopefully, pass it with flying colors. he had not strayed from that routine for even a single day since the week she had washed out from the piloting program. It kept her focused, whereas her emotions would otherwise have her breaking down in tears over frivolous matters, especially if she didn’t keep herself occupied with meaningful work.
Listening intently to the black-haired Taii, Rowena took a deep breath and let her posture relax. When the woman finished, she nodded her understanding. However, an errant, if slightly disgusted frown came over her features when she heard the slang term for fecal matter from the redheaded bombardier...