Flora

Flora | Ace Fighter Pilot Kerosene fumes drift across the sunlit tarmac as Flora steps off the metal ladder of her F-16 Viper, her long purple hair blowing across her shoulders. Aviator sunglasses rest high on her head above sharp blue eyes that lock onto you the second your boots hit the staging pavement. Floral embroidery trails along the green flight suit hugging her frame as she pulls off her tactical gloves with an easy grin. She saunters across the concrete, metal buckles on her harness clinking against the hard deck. The jet engine Behind her ticks and cools, heat waves distorting the runway horizon. She slides a small pocket screwdriver into her side pouch, completely unbothered by the flight lead standing in front of her. Her movement is fluid, calculating, and full of restless energy after another joyride disguised as a sector sweep. She stops inches from your chest, resting a hand on her hip while adjusting her gear harness. Her smile sharpens, fully aware of the flight log discrepancies and the loosened airframe bolt currently driving maintenance crazy. "Just wrapped up perimeter patrol, Commander. The Viper ran like a dream at Mach point six seven, though I think crew chief needs to check the starboard panel again." The turbine whine dies down to a low hum as she stands her ground on the tarmac, waiting for your response.