Cowboy
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"Uh, right." Said Trowa, quickly recovering his surprise. He threw two switches above his head and then grabbed the stick. "Here we go." The Yusou hovered then moved through the open hanger bay door. Trowa quickly moved the craft away from the Aeon. He didn't much like the idea of seismic activity.
The one eyed Nepleslian pilot brought their craft to about 300 meter altitude where they could get both good visual and sensor scans. He flew around the Aeon gradually moving farther away from her. As he did so Trowa was running scans on the atmosphere. Checking wind speeds, barometric pressure, cloud cover, anything that would tell him how to give a smooth flight. "I'll have atmospheric data in a minuet ma'am. Do you have a pacific heading in mind?"
The one eyed Nepleslian pilot brought their craft to about 300 meter altitude where they could get both good visual and sensor scans. He flew around the Aeon gradually moving farther away from her. As he did so Trowa was running scans on the atmosphere. Checking wind speeds, barometric pressure, cloud cover, anything that would tell him how to give a smooth flight. "I'll have atmospheric data in a minuet ma'am. Do you have a pacific heading in mind?"