Application: Gara Petothel/Lara Notsil/Kirney Slane, "Star Wars" (Wraith Squadron novels)

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"Kolot? If you can hear me, I need you to check the left stabilizer again, it didn't feel right last run." The woman who appeared in the Sorting Room stretched and rubbed tiredly at her eyes, waiting for the angry chatter of her Ewok copilot demanding that she check it herself. It didn't come. "Kolot?" She blinked the bleariness from her eyes--she'd instructed Tonin, her astromech, to wake her after only two hours of sleep and she really could have used six more--and frowned. Whatever this place was, it wasn't her shuttle. There was no sign of Kolot or Tonin.

Oh hell. I've finally gone off the deep end.

She stroked the red braid that fell over one shoulder, though not hard. Her long red hair was a wig. Underneath, her hair was still mostly white-blond and short, though it had grown some in the past few weeks and her natural brown coloring could be seen close to her scalp. She chewed at her lower lip as she glanced around the room. Unfamiliar, primitive looking architecture. Despite her brain being filled almost to the breaking point with everything that Imperial Intelligence had deemed potentially useful, she couldn't match it to any of hundreds of worlds, cultures, and alien species. The stone floor under her boots felt real. The slight chill in the air felt real. The smells--dust, the slight tang of smoke--seemed to really be there. And the texture of the parchment under her fingers as she picked up the sheet on a nearby table certainly felt real enough.

Parchment? Seriously? After a lifetime of datapads and flimsi, it was almost comical. For lack of anything better to do, she skimmed the paper, brows creasing the further she read. Odd questions, and how did they expect her to answer them? There was no keyboard, no stylus. "Does anyone know how to work this thing?"

A feather floated up from the desk. She smiled weakly at it.

( All the furniture that made up the way I'd thought and felt about things all my life started coming loose in my head. Nowadays it slides around and breaks into pieces and I have no idea what parts of it are real and what aren't. It hurts, and a lot of the time I don't know who I am anymore. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. GP LN KS
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. GP LN KS
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. GP LN KS
One day, marmalade will rule the world. GP LN KS"

((Permission has been granted by the two SW muns, one of whom is me!))