Pygar tourism

[Apollon]

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A muffled sound in the distance grew higher in volume as an Order ship approached the two adjacent mountain peaks in which Enma adopted as the meeting location. Sigh. This woman. The ship painted a trail from the exhaust as it flew above the landed Sabre before taking a turn and descending slowly as its skids gracefully touch the rocks of the adjacent peak.


The pilot stepped out of her fighter onto a collection of rocks of varying heights, making use of them to reach even leveling safely. Aoi took a brief moment examining the vast barren desert. Very much so like Enma, she was keen to relish the sight and aesthetic. She donned her sunglasses as the moment ended, moving up to the other peak where Enma was still waiting. She'd look and admire her prized ship as she climbed to the other peak, rays of light from the luminous dwarf reflecting off the cockpit's windshield back onto her glasses.

She'd approach Enma, who already found a soft spot for her to rest at. "You tend to forget that I'm not your common navy pilot, Enma." she directed at Enma as she approached her, stopping only a couple of feet away as she extended her hand towards her. "About time we met." she expressed as she drew a slight smile over her scarred mouth.

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