ENS Giti SetarehnejadZoomy
Giti monitored the various sensor readings, having rudimentary knowledge of what they were at best. She was trained as a pilot, not an electronic warfare officer. She let her gaze drift out of the cockpit again, watching the Foxes drift farther away as they approached their landing zone.
What a change. Giti thought, reminiscing over her time spent hoofing it or the ever violent planetary drops.
“No, Commander. Command says they are working on finding a suitable billet, though one would think they would have a long list of squadrons in need of personnel.” She brought her eyes forward, looking at Illiana through one of the pilot's rear view mirrors as her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
I thought this unit was spec ops, Giti's thoughts trailed off as Ina's broadcast came to an end.
“To finish, ma'am,” Giti began again over the ship's intercom, “For now I'm back with the marines, my old unit none the less.” She rolled her eyes under her visor, “Their personal zoomy, they so fondly address me as.” The tone of Giti's voice sharing her good-if-annoyed humor about the nickname, "The joke being, ma'am, that zoomies are only good for two things- making movies and air-cover-aye-owe-yous." She didn't know if the joke would cross branch boundaries. Some dark humored marine jokes one could not appreciate without experiencing the root of it. "Basically it's akin to calling someone a lazy, melodramatic movie or pop star."
Giti patiently awaited Illiana's landing, set for what was bound to be a simple task. To date, as far as Giti could remember, this would be the easiest training op she had been on.
The perks of being an observer!