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They call me, Odd Ball
I have a pet name, given to me by my dear brothers.
Odd Ball.
I have another name too and not talking about my CT number here, rather the one chosen since I was a wee cadet; Davijaan.
But yeah, whenever I’m out there doing my job, flying those troopships among others, the pilot in me is taking over. And so, that’s when I become, Odd Ball.
I love flying. Very much so. Couldn’t imagine life without it!
Always have loved being a pilot, getting into the cockpit, manoeuvring those ships.
Guess it was always there within me, ever since being a kid as I could never resist sneaking out on Kamino to watch when all those ships took off from their designated platforms. Sure, I got an earful from the Longnecks for doing just that, but I really didn’t care. As the rush from seeing those pilots push off was enough to keep me fed and content against any kind of punishment.
Admitting it freely here right now; I truly am a fly-boy, ain’t no denying that!
My mission, my job, my passion, it’s even in my dreams. I will fly all the time. It’s where I come alive, up there above, in the high skies, space and beyond. I would not trade my place with all the gold in n the galaxy, cause that is one thing which cannot be sold.
My fly-boy identity.
It’s a feeling, it’s a skill, but also a heartwarming thrill. As when I’m up there nothing else matters. Only me and the machine beneath my feet, my shebs even, taking me and my cargo wherever need to be.
Some might consider me a true oddball and they would be completely right about that statement, as it is a matter of fact. My call sign, my nickname reflective of the very same.
As here I am, flying across space. Never in one place for too long, the need to move on strong.
Odd Ball, is what they call me and that is simply apt.