In the next three days, Merleah and I hardly saw one another. She was released from her job in the storage room and given permission to lead training sessions with the new recruits. Most of them featured close combat weapon training and wall climbing.
I on the other hand was right where I wanted to be. Well sort of. I applied for a fighter pilot position and was granted it. But first the head of the group had to see me in action.
So in several simulations I showed off my corkscrews, aim and dives in a robotic A-Wing and X-Wing.
After two more days of training (which all of it I knew.... sort of) I was welcomed into the gold squadron or the flying Gundarks as my fellow pilots nicknamed us.
Our head leader Rason Tyles was a fair-skinned man with bushy eyebrows and a medium build.
Leopold Enson was a tan-skinned 19 year old with with wavy black hair and thin eyebrows.
The last member of our squad was a 5'2 Bothan girl who was about 22 named Misa Tylon.
After introducing all of ourselves we went to the mess hall for dinner but I declined their offer. I had a very important meeting.
15 minutes later on a pier
The sun was setting when I made it to the backside of the complex where Merleah stppd on a pier.
Though weary from training today with inexperienced recruits (and her hair messed up) she looked as beautiful as ever.
I brought the food with me but I settled for blue milk.
"How was your day?" I asked simply.
She smiled a bit at this. "Oh all was fine until I tried to teach the recruits on how to hold a wooden training baton but seemed like they had never swung anything in their life!"
I cracked up about that and Merleah softly joined in.
"You just have to be patient with them and give good advice. And trying to get to know them a little would help."
"Speaking of getting to know people... Who was that woman you were talking with the other day?"
She said woman with a little venom in her voice but I just answered truthfully.
"She came up to me to ask if she could sit at my booth so I started asking her questions about this place. And her name is Ashla Makon."
"I see," was all she said.
"Well what do you think we were doing?" I prompted and she blushed a bit.
"Nothing I-I mean," she stammered.
"Merleah! Were you jealous?" I asked a tad bit in a shocked tone and I instantly regretted it.
"Of course not! I just thought you were wanting another girl to talk to or.... I don't know!" She responded clearly upset and she got up to leave but I grabbed her arm.
"Merleah you know I would never do anything to hurt you-"
"I don't feel very good Faro so I'll see you later," was her reply.
I drank the rest of my milk and banged my head on the table. Harder then I meant to.