Owner	Pose
Lady Blackhawk	Zinda's been up for awhile, because well Zinda seems perfectly content to exist on a few hours of sleep and a steady supply of cheap coffee. Well Coffee, Cigarettes and booze but that's not important. She has been busy of course, pulling gear from the various store houses and stockpiles around the island where the Blackhawks had stored their goodies. Back in 39' when Zinda had joined, she'd made her first uniform from bits she'd scrounged including a Luftwaffe jacket to start with. It was undignified and bothersome, and well Zinda never was a terribly talented seamstress to start with. So yeah, she's squared things away a little better for Elliot.     <<Blackhawk 2, to the Rec room>> Crackles over the PA, as if there was mistaking anyone present. There are only -two Blackhawks- left in all the world and only two people period on the base. She's had time to get her dress Tunic out, that neat white belt and the few medals the Blackhawks actually bother with. The neat white pistol belt, and of course that distinctive crush cap. It's distinctively nicer than her usual field wear, certainly moreso than the flightsuit anyway.
Elliot	Elliot rocks a flightsuit but you wouldn't call it chic. Similarly, her ordinary clothing is pretty average and tends toward large rather than smaller. Combined with sports bras Elliot manages to make herself look pretty average no matter how difficult that would seem to be on the surface. Just now the girl is emerging into the Rec Room wearing her usual blue jeans and t-shirt, blue eyes wide as she surveys everything. She looks bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, even with that serious face. Of course, she slept a full night.     "Blackhawk 2, reporting?" Elliot announces herself quietly as she surveys the room briefly and- endsq up staring right at Zinda. now there's a change. Elliot blinks a few times and straightens slightly, squeaking as she does. "I should probably have- um." A beat. The girl frwons briefly then decides to keep herself quiet and wait for something to be said. Even if she does bob up onto the balls of her feet.
Lady Blackhawk	"Elliot Reed, It is a distinct honor to report that you have been selected. The Blackhawks hereby officially recognize you, for your skill and determination. I hearby bestow the title of Blackhawk."Zinda cranks off a neat salute, before turning to select a neat little box. There is, a whole lot more stuff in piles and rows beyond but that can wait. Zinda cranks open the lid, and offers over that box. Inside amidst ancient crushed felt is a pair of silver wings, with a neat scrollwork rocker below bearing "Fortuna Periculosa" in flowing script. The wings of "Perilous Fortune", the wings of a Mercenary and a blackhawk.     "Do you accept?"Which is a formality of course, but there are rules to this kind of game. "We'll need to get you in uniform of course, yeah?"
Elliot	Elliot is nodding slowly, those blue eyes casting from Zinda to the wings and then back. She shifts her weight slightly from left to right and then nods, taking a deep breath as she does. "I would, mm, be proud to accept," the girl affirms quickly before moving to take the little box she is being offered. The blonde tilts her head and then studies it carefully with a furrowed before before taking a deep breath.     "I won't let you down, Blackhawk 1," the smaller blonde finishes with a nod, taking a deep breath as she does. "And- yeah. Uniform." A soft laugh follows, and then Elliot's expression quickly becomes one of unrestrained glee. Her fingers wiggles slightly and she bobs a bit on her feet. Overall, she retains decorum.     It doesn't take a genius to tell that Elliot is resisting the urge to give Zinda an enthusiastic hug.
Lady Blackhawk	Zinda goes offer a sharp cough, if only to make it clear this is supposed to be quasi official stuff. There are, items set out of course. From the distinctive black flight suit, to the heavy leather Tunic and predictably short skirts. Zinda offers over what might be called the field uniform, before nodding on. "Well stop your grinnin, and get into Uniform Blackhawk two." There is of course a place to dress, because this is supposedly a professional affair.     There is more of course, from the polished white leather work of a pistol belt. To boots and Pistols and hats and scarves and yeah. Most of that can wait. Uniform, then service weapon and Elliot will be ready to rock and roll.
Elliot	Elliot does NOT break ranks to leap on Zinda with a tight, life-affirming hug and instead nods quickly. "Yes, ma'am." The grin is suppressed to the faintest smile and then the tiny blonde moves over to collect her uniform. Pistol belt and all. It's the pistol belt that gives the girl pause but then she nods quickly.     Elliot zips out of the rec room for the next room over. It isn't like she tries hard to find privacy but one doesn't change in the middle of an official ceremony! Besides. This way Zinda gets to watch. The girl enters with a swagger, her skirt swaying against her toned thighs. Elliot has fantastic legs... Part of being a gymnast, most likely.     Honestly, Ellie looks like a young Zinda in a lot of ways. Smaller and bustier, maybe. But the uniform may as well have been designed to make the tiny blonde look good. The pistol belt might seem out of place with that cute face, though. Like she's playing soldier.
Lady Blackhawk	"Now then, welcome to the Squadron."And the final items to be offered over? Theres a neat Hudson H9 with the Blackhawk roundel in a medallion on the grip, and it's two spare magazines. The inside of that tunic's front is cleverly fill of little pockets, Which is where the rest of the incidentals of course go. Switchblade, compass, a trio of gold coins, a neat folded silk map, a swiss army knife and thats it for worn gear. There are flight suits and boots and winter jackets, and all the other uniform items that being in the Blackhawks entail. There's also the less obvious tools of the trade.     A Browning Model 5 cut down to fit into a cockpit, A Colt 1903 Pocket Hammerless when a fullsize pistol isn't appropriate, a SiG 553. Theres that flight helmet (Which Zinda painted a Sparrow on because of course she did), and well it's alot of crap in general to throw in the quarters Elliot has been assigned. "Alright, Stow all your crap. A longarm and a pistol every time you go anywhere, because we're Blackhawks. Now square yourself away and meet me down in the Hangar, we're gonna go find ourselves somone to help us fix this wreck."And well, Zinda's no robot.     She steps in close, snagging Elliot for a Hug even if her arms are full. "Good job Kiddo, I'm proud of you."and a smooch on a the cheek. "Now saddle up."
Elliot	There's the hug. Elliot hugs Zinda tightly for a long second. Arms being full she just has to bury herself more firmly into Zinda's arms to compensate. The hug is warm for a moment and then elliot ducks out of it to go through the somewhat lengthy process of stowing all of her gear. Except for the H9 and her Model 5. Take her sidearm and rifle with her everwyhere, right? So she adds to the load she is carrying by doing just that.     To her credit Elliot is fast. She's so fast that it's actually impressive to watch. The girl's been an athlete her whole life (despite remaining a wisp of a thing) and she dashes back and forth with the effusive glow of someone whose dreams just fell out of the sky and landed on their head.     Maybe they stayed in the sky. That would be a cause for celebration. The littlest Blackhawk ever has soon gotten everything squared away. She's sweating and slightly red in the cheeks when she emerges but walks with a produ stride and proper posture anyway.     Elliot's looking for Zinda.     When she finds her the first thing the girl is going to do is make up for the earlier hug with a more impressive one.
Lady Blackhawk	"You did good Elliot."Is all Zinda can offer from that hug, before offering that dazzling smile. "Now go ahead and head down to the hangar and get the Pilatus squared away and ready for a trip to the mainland. I need to score us a contractor, get this place fixed up."and a pause as Zinda starts towards the chart room. "I'll let you fly lead and everything! Now get on with it!"