Nova watched as Jendu tried his hand at the co-pilot's station. He seemed to have a decent handle on the sensor suite and the deflector shields. His scan of the comms could use some work, and his astrogation calculations... would have been a problem. 

"Not bad for your maiden voyage, Senator Verbenti." Nova meant it and tried to say so reassuringly.

"Angling the deflectors and working the sensor array went well for your first time. But when you next calculate a jump, prep your realspace origin and point of entry before trying to map any coterminous coordinates in hyperspace. That should help with determining route. And it's not ideal, but if necessary, you can add a couple of days duration to play it a little safer." 

OOC: Retconning the order of my previous two posts, haha! I've edited my last post so that Rahullu and I had the private "peptalk" conversation before I demonstrated the co-pilot duties. Astrogation, Communications and Sensors (combined as Com-Scan in the Introductory Adventure Game edition), and Starship Shields are all MEC skills. That said, I have seen Search rolls, under PER, used to notice or interpret weird results and anomalies. Will keep it in mind to add the governing attribute and skills for rolls next time!

Rahullu howled some food for thought just then. Nova nodded. "Yeah, I hope he's not down for the count. He was so eager to volunteer too. If he doesn't make a real recovery soon, we may have to drop him off at the closest Medcenter and hope his health stabilizes."

Nova turned from Rahullu to Jendu just in time to see the senator's slight look of fright dissolve back into his usual warm expression. She scruffed the Wookiee's fur... and then playfully punched the senator's shoulder. "Yes, you're off the hook for now, Bandit Two. I think Senator Verbenti's getting the hang of it."

With that, she headed off to the ship's makeshift "quarantine." Nova wasn't quite sure if what she'd been told about their comrade's condition were true, or if the crew had just been indulging in some bawdy gallows humor. As a private person and lifelong loner, Nova had no personal experience with physical relations whatsoever. Apart from having once had a crush on SS-3-6 — or rather, Ria Talla, a cadet who had only briefly attended Skystrike before deserting along with three others, at the outset of Nova's second (and final) year at the Academy, she had neither the time nor the inclination to ever pursue or permit such things. Outside of her devotion to the success of the rebellion, Nova otherwise found fulfillment in contemplating whatever occult mystery had captured her imagination at that moment.

And so, despite trusting her Academy education, at least in this regard, she donned the breath mask and gloves anyway. She'd leave medic duties and armchair diagnoses to Veir or Tiktuk. Right now, she just wanted to make sure their ailing teammate was still breathing. The good news was that he was alive and seemingly on the path to recovery! The long days spent in and out of hyperspace had proven to be beneficial for everyone it seemed. As she emerged from checking in on their "patient", Nova realized she'd been holding her breath.

Tiktuk scampered up just then, pointing to the nav-computer and hyperdrive controls. Over the past few days, Nova had spied suspect trails of spare parts leading here and there, but she had faith in Tiktuk and Veir's combined efforts, especially after seeing how well the Jawa had patched up various starships back at the base.

Although she had initially wanted the senator to have a hand at live astrogation, Nova calculated their next side-jump herself, just in case the ship's new song was off-key. 

Nova smiled at Tiktuk, as the nav-computer charted their course correctly, and the hyperdrive engaged without issue.
Thankfully, even with its new identity, the ship still sang in tune. And now, it appeared that they were on their way in earnest — to find the Last Jedi.