Deke strutted into Rear Admiral Armored Breeze’s office and sat down. The Admiral sat there, looking him over for a minute. He had called Deke to his office, but Deke had not put his dress uniform on. He had chosen to stay in his service uniform, like he would wear on duty. Deke had been off duty.

“Lieutenant Deke, is it? You have been on your service practicums for being a Cloudship officer, correct?” The Admiral asked.

“Yes Sir,” Deke nodded. “On the Lenticular, under Captain Glacial Blitz.”

“It says you have served your required four weeks of the practicum to complete your Cloudship Officer School training.”

“Yes Sir,” Deke nodded.

“What do you think of the Lenticular, Lieutenant?”

“She is a fine ship,” Deke replied curtly. “A very fine ship.”

“What about her performance?”

“Her performance has been wonderful.”

“If her performance has been wonderful, why are there numerous reports of you being hostile on the bridge and falsifying performance records of the ship?”

“Captain Blitz likes the Lenticular his way,” Deke replied with no emotion. It was a fact. “That is what matters. I would like to see some different things, but the Captain is doing a wonderful job with her. As best as I can say with only a month under him.”

“His reports state otherwise,” The Admiral said annoyed. “Disrespect of others, failure to stay at your post, failure to do your duty, failure to respect authority, and failure to follow orders. To name a few.”

“Are those on one report, or multiple?” Deke asked as his lips began to form a smirk.

“Does it matter?” The Admiral growled.

“Maybe?” Deke replied, not dropping his smile.

“I have multiple reports that cover all of these,” The Admiral growled.

“Two percent efficiency in the engines may not seem like much, but it stacks up quickly and they took the effort to fine tune them. While we are in standard use, we should have the engines at max efficiency of 92%.”

“Yes, the entire bridge did erupt in what ended up being a heated discussion on engines and engine efficiency. Other than questioning their stance, I do not recall any time in that situation, or any other, where I was disrespectful.”

The Admiral dropped the file on the desk in anger. “You were the navigator!”

“Yes,” Deke shrugged.

“Why were you not at your station, doing your job?”

“I was Sir,” Deke replied, holding back a chuckle.

Deke settled down and began to calmly, and in simple terms, explain the situation.“As the navigator, it is crucial for me to know speed, heading, weather and such. That way I can get us to the place the fastest. If I am facing a storm, I need to know how the wind is coming in, barometric pressure, humidity, and how the engines are performing. I can not get us to the needed location if I overtax the engines with how I lay out our course.”

The Admiral leaned in and onto his desk. “That is why you have soldiers at the other stations and why you have your Captain to make sure of that.”

“I can’t give an accurate report without it,” Deke replied, the smirk returning. “Its like in Basic Training, if our aerial team has the navigator set course and speed, and it is set it too high for half of the team, you end up splitting. Are you saying I should be ignoring the other aspects...”

“NO!” The Admiral yelled cutting him off. “I am saying that you let your captain decide that and only focus on your job. Getting the ship on course and staying on course. Let the others do theirs. You are so focused on being captain that you are not doing you duty! You have been doing their duties! You were playing with maps and looking out the windows more than you were at navigating.”

“That isn’t fair!” Deke said, finally getting confrontational. “I was navigating through sight and via map. The course was set and taken care of. We didn’t cover how to navigate if the terminal system fails. I was doing my job and checked to see if what I saw was what the terminal said. But I was right! The terminal was off by a tenth of a mile!”

“A tenth of a mile! That is trivial! That is an affordable error!”

“Well then teach that in the school! And teach how to navigate by hoof as well, because the day will come when it is needed. Better to not...”

“SHUT UP!” The Admiral yelled, angrily banging his hoof on the desk several times.

“I failed?” Deke asked, still smirking.

“Not entirely,” Admiral Armored Breeze said annoyed. “I guess after yesterday’s debacle with the map, Captain Glacial Blitz went to the Officer’s club and blabbed. Captain Ruby Snow dropped off a request for your transfer to his command, stating that he would take responsibility for your practicum training.”

“You don’t sound happy,” Deke pointed out. “Is there something about Captain Ruby Snow that I should know?”

“Not at all,” The Admiral replied, still pissed off. “I have never dealt with him before. But I don’t like him coming in and rescuing you like this. Requesting that an officer in training be transferred to his command when he hasn’t seen your file and while it has marks all over it, is… odd. He is only here for three days, a scheduled in and out. He should have never heard your name.”

The Admiral slid a file across the desk. “Here are your transfer orders. Take them before my mercy slips away and I revoke it. Terminal C, Bay 12. Grab your stuff and get to her ASAP. They are on a time scale and now waiting on you.”

“Yes Sir,” Deke nodded.

“And for fucks sake, put a dress uniform on! Respect him enough to make a good first impression. I should revoke the transfer because you dared to enter here, off duty, in your service uniform. Disgraceful!”

Deke wanted to press if it was disgraceful for him, or that the Admiral felt disgraced. He did the proper thing and stood up, saluting as he exited. The Admiral ignored the salute until Deke stood there long enough that he gave a piss poor attempt at a salute to get him out of his office.

Deke arrived at the Lenticular to get his belongings. He found his footlocker at the bottom of the ramp. A shirt sleeve was sticking out of its secured top and Lieutenant Green Shield standing behind it.

“We packed it for you,” The Lieutenant said annoyed.

“If anything is missing,” Deke began. He had to halt and try to figure out the consequence. “If anything is missing, there will be some form of consequence because you packed up my personal shit and made sure I didn’t get back on the ship.”

“Whatever fucktard,” The Lieutenant spat. “Get the fuck out of here. Good luck in hell. You will find out how much you miss being under Captain Blitz.”

Deke ignored him as he walked to Bay 12. The Cloudship was unlike anything Deke had been introduced to. He knew all the types and all the classes of each type backwards and forwards. He had most of their silhouettes memorized. He was halfway through the transports.

But this was no Sky-tank, Raptor, and certainly not a Thunderhead. It was small, but lean and mean. The gun to size ratio was scary.

Deke walked up the small ramp and into the ship. There was nopegasus to greet him and as soon as he was inside, the ramp went up and the ship took off. Without anypegasus to point him in the right direction, Deke carried his footlocker on his back to the bridge. At least that was in a normal position. He passed quite a few pegasi who ignored him like he was already apart of the crew.

Deke stepped into the bridge. He was shocked it was so small. He shouldn't have been considering the size of the ship itself, but it was smaller than his estimated ratio. There were three pegasi on the bridge and the Captain’s chair was empty.

“Ah! Deke! Welcome aboard! Come here.”

It took Deke a moment to find where the pony was. It came from the one at a terminal on the other side of the bridge.

“I am supposed to be reporting in to Captain Ruby Snow,” Deke said confused.

“Drop that footlocker and slide it against the wall and come over here!”

Deke did as commanded and sat down in the chair next to him and turned his full attention to the terminal.

“This is the projections for the storm the weather factory is whipping up for the Northern Farming District. Apparently they just push things out that way because they can’t be bothered to fly all the way out. Lazy idiots.”

“That will have a tumble to it,” Deke replied. “But this is coming in from the southeast, as expected by the location of the factory and all. What is going to happen when it hits whatever front is in the north?”

The Pegasus looked at Deke. It was an old Pegasus who’s white coat was tipped in ruby red. His feathers appeared to alternate colors. That and his ruby eyes pointed him to being Captain Ruby Snow.

“That is what we are going to find out,” He smiled. “I am your Captain, Ruby Snow. Do things right, earn my respect, and you will be able to call me Ruby.”

“I can tell it is a pleasure to meet you,” Deke smiled. “You are not what I was expecting.”

“Eh, those big warships and shit don’t know what they are doing,” Ruby Snow replied.

“So, who’s flying this ship?” Deke asked.

“First Lieutenant ‘Little’ Lighting,” Ruby Snow replied.

“Here!” The First Lieutenant said raising her hoof. She appeared to be only half paying attention to the conversation. “Just call me Little. You do not want to know why I am called Lighting. But enjoy my size. I do.”

Deke chuckled. “I have two friends who are still smaller than you. Slightly. Both from Basic Training. A Cardinal Spitfire and a Shadow Flare. Yes, Shadow Flare is a stallion.”

“Heard about those two. They were tearing up the sky in an ACU,” Little replied. “My little sister is Arrow Heart and was in their Unit for training.”

“I have been forced to have my head in the training trash bin, so I lost track of them,” Deke replied.

Little chuckled. “First time I have ever heard that one. I like it. They do force you to keep your focus pretty narrow and dump a lot on you. Ruby says you are here for your practicum for the Cloudship Officer School shit thing.”

“Yes,” Deke replied.

“He flunked out under Captain Glacial Blitz of the Lenticular,” Ruby stated.

“Nice,” Little chuckled. “Rival lieutenant?”

“Yes,” Deke replied, shocked. “A Lieutenant Green Shield. He has about a year on me. Idiot.”

Little chuckled. “And I am guessing you were too smart for the bridge?”

“If you mean I was a board navigator who wanted to make sure my Captain had everything from a navigational standpoint, then yes. I even found our nav terminal to be a tenth of a mile off. I had to calculate that by hoof, with a map!”

Little chuckled through it all. “Yeah. I fixed our terminal and the others in the fleet, but the admirals in the other fleets don’t give a damn about a tenth of a mile. Even for the transports. That is a huge margin of error for troop deployments.”

“Exactly!” Deke exclaimed.

“They spent years putting Slice and Storm on those engines to maximize efficiency, but they won’t update the navigation systems.”

Ruby Snow tapped Deke on the shoulder. “You two are going to get along perfectly.”

“I can tell,” Deke smiled back at him. “But what ship are we on, what class, how many crew, what armament, and probably the most immediate question, who is the other ponegas, I mean Pegasus, at weapons? That is the weapons terminal, right?”

“It is weapons,” Ruby Snow said getting up. “And that is my wife, a civilian, Lavender Mist. I think she is napping. It is the most comfortable chair on the bridge. We need new chairs.”

“Your wife?” Deke replied shocked and confused.

“Yeah, I keep her around for company,” Ruby Snow laughed. “In reality, she is here because I can take here. She is my wife, this is my post, and most importantly, I have the room in my quarters. Barely. So why not have a little fun?”

“The ship?” Little reminded him.

“Right, welcome to the forgotten Cloudship, the Buttercup!” Ruby Snow smiled. “ID is CV-001. She is an experimental ship the Enclave commissioned, classified as a Corvette. Small, fast and heavily armed, the goal was to create a warship that was better at patrolling the Enclave and requiring less resources. They built this baby and then decided they would rather stick to the traditional classes.”

“You don’t tell it right,” Little interjected. “They screwed themselves over by looking at size to resource ratio. We are heavy on that ratio but only half the cost for a Sky-tank. They should have built a fleet of Corvettes to patrol and escort. That is where this style of ship is best used for.”

“They think that a Sky-tank with a full compliment and loaded out with soldiers makes for a better patrol method. It is better to have soldiers half doing something, but it is not better at patrolling. They could patrol on hoof and wings too, but that is a lax skill. Even doing all that, Corvettes stationed all over would make better patrolling techniques while still being able to crush most things in battle.”

“But what do I know! All they have is paper. Paper only tells you so much.”

Deke grinned. “Can we take on a Raptor?”

“We can take on the whole fucking 1st Fleet if we wanted to!” Little exclaimed. “Taking on and wining are two different things. But logistically, I think yes. The Red Dawn wins the fasted recorded sustainable speed. But we can accelerate to our top speed twice as fast as she can. Four times as fast as a Raptor. We can out turn both as well. Not so much against the Red Dawn.”

“What is the focus on the Red Dawn?” Deke asked.

“Sorry,” Ruby Snow stated. “I should have added flagship to Buttercup.”

“Flagship?” Deke asked very confused.

“The Third Fleet has six Cloudships in it,” Little explained. “The Rejects. The Misfits. Four classes of ships that are only seen in the Third. Admiral Purple Breeze is on the Red Dawn for various reasons. She has more room there. I don’t blame her. But we still are the flagship.”

“What is the Red Dawn?” Deke asked. “Neither of these Cloudships are on my charts and lists. I have almost every single one in the Enclave memorized and can accurately pick them out from a distance.”

“A good skill to have,” Little replied. “We were created for a role. The Red Dawn is a Battle Cruiser. They took her and put a lot of weapons and some armor on her, doubling her armament. You will see her in a few days in the north.”

“She is from the war. The oldest Cloudship we have and they just wanted to update her after a century of service. She is still a transport, but too small to be a Sky-tank. A Fairy Class transport from early war. How we got her, no idea, and yes, Fairy is a play on ferry.”

“Then we have the dumbest of them all, the Lord Clove. A Monitor Class Cloudship. Low speed, low armor, but giant guns. She can blast apart a Raptor, but has to make sure she keeps them out of range because she has very little armor. She has a long, accurate range with those guns though.”

“Now Little, don’t hate on Lord Clove,” Ruby Snow said. “She has her uses. But she was designed by Lord Clove as an alternative heavy gunned ship to the Raptors to try and cut down on resources.”

“They got the guns, but they had trouble with the size. They made it as small as it could function with those guns, but it was still not small enough to sufficiently armor her. The resources proved too much to justify making more. Raptors were the better choice.”

“I think I get it,” Deke replied. “The biggest thing is these ships may have been failures in a way, but they were also successes. Scrapping them can’t be justified because they are specialized and fully serve their purpose. The Enclave just chose to go other directions.”

“Exactly,” Ruby Snow nodded. “But Little still has the last three ships in the Third to go over.”

“Not much to go over,” Little stated. “The last three are Net Layers. The Buffy, The Willow, and The Xander. The idiots again, will not make specific Cloudships, keeping things too general. Another class dropped before it could shine.”

“Net Layers is a carry over name from the physical water navy. They were a ship design produced very late war to lay nets across the bays by Equestria’s cities. The nets were designed to block enemy ships, particularly a new class that Equestria was developing, submarines. Boats that could go below and stay below the water. There was no way to see them coming into a bay, so protective chain nets were put out. And that meant you needed boats to put out the nets, and when a ship needed to pass through, they needed a ship to move it out of the way, temporarily.”

“So it sounds like a stupid name, but it was a work in progress for the Enclave. The Cloudships work with the SPP and the cloud base. They regulate areas, remove build up, lay down more in low areas, and similar tasks. They sort of maybe might do some sample gathering from right below the clouds. Oh, and they dropped off a big supply shipment to a recon team below. They were the better choice to remove the clouds for the drop, and only those clouds to make that small hole. But again, they dropped the class before it could really shine.”

“This is all classified, right?” Deke asked.

“Did Admiral Armored Breeze tell you anything?” Ruby Snow asked.

“He told me Terminal C, Bay 12 and your name,” Deke chuckled. “The discussion prior to that was irritating to him. And got loud. He told me to get out while the transfer still had his mercy.”

“That makes a lot more sense,” Ruby Snow nodded. “Yes, this is all very, very classified.”

“Do you know who was on the recon team?” Deke asked.

“No,” Ruby Snow replied. “And we don’t want to know. That is playing a game I could tell we wanted to stay out of.”

“Damn!” Deke swore. “I think my friend, Shadow Flare, is on that recon team. Maybe.”

“We are staying out of that,” Ruby Snow reiterated. “We have enough classified shit to deal with. Plus, standing orders for the Third Fleet are to stay out of jockeying for going below with the others.”

“Fair enough,” Deke nodded.

Little continued catching Deke up. “Currently the Net Layers are working with a science division group thing in the Northern Farming District. They have some problems in their clouds and are needing a lot of new base clouds which have to be prepared to farm. A lot of work. Those are there helping in a variety of ways. They can lay down a layer of cloud faster than the weather factory can make them.”

“My friend Shadow Flare is from there,” Deke added.

“Odd place to come from,” Little stated.

“Crew Compliment?” Deke asked.

“We should have 85,” Ruby Snow said. “But with you, that makes 54. We are under crewed, but above skeleton. That is what matters to the higher ups. The Red Dawn has the most complete crew, but even she is a bit low for a full complement.”

Little turned around to face them for the first time. She was focused and serious. “Deke, you make our fourth bridge officer. Ninth over the whole ship. You will learn all of these systems and you will learn them fast. While on duty, you may very well be the only one on the bridge. We provide back up when we can, but this is usually it, two.”

“I know they started you on navigation, so I pray to the stars that you have that down. It sounds like it. Weapons systems are not easy and you will learn how to command and pilot the Buttercup, including targeting, all on your own.”

Deke grinned. “This is going to be a lot of work, but that is what makes it fun. I look forward to the challenge and becoming the best I can.”

“Good,” Little grinned back.

Little turned back to commanding the vessel. “Oh, Ruby, you should get him settled in. I don’t know what room you want him in, but at least give him a quick tour.”

“Which one of your is the real captain here?” Deke laughed.

Ruby Snow laughed but got serious. “I am next to take Admiralty of the Third, in a year or two or so. Little is new at command, but I am working to make sure she takes command of a Third Fleet ship when that happens. Possibly the Buttercup. Although the Net Layers have a high turnover rate for Captains.”

“We will turn you into captain material soon enough.”

---

Olive Pit stood there proudly as the medic device was pinned above his ribbon bar. All of the hard work had paid off. He was officially a combat medic. He had survived officer school and moved on to Combat Medic School. His orders were waiting on his bunk.

Second Lieutenant Olive Pit:

Assignment: Fifth Division, First Brigade, First Regiment, First Battalion, First Wing, Unit 0, Fort Wind.

Report to Colonel Nova at Fort Wind. You will draw your permanent gear at their Quartermaster Office.

Transportation will be on the Tortoise. Bay 42. Departure is at 0800 tomorrow. Be on board by 0730.

Olive Pit’s bunk mate, the newly ranked Specialist Ebony Bolt, tapped him. “Where you headed?”

“Back to Fort Wind,” Olive Pit replied. “Never thought I would be headed back to there.”

“What do they need combat medics for?”

“To watch over the new boots in Basic?” Olive Pit shrugged. “But I don’t know who Colonel Nova is. Unless retired Captain Nova is the same one. Other than training, who else is based out of Fort Wind?”

“No idea.”

“Who uses Wing?”

“Never heard them use Wing.”

“It says Unit 0,” Olive Pit said passing him the orders.”

“Eh,” He shrugged. “At least you have transportation and don’t have to wing it. I’m headed to serve on the Victorious with the First Division’s 5^th Brigade. I have to wing it with a heavy infantry unit headed there.”

Olive Pit grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. “I am going to drop my stuff off. I will meet y’all at the Stargazer at 1700.”

The Cloudship bays were on the other side of Nellie Air Force Base. Olive Pit had plenty of time, so he walked the distance. With his bag slung over his shoulder, nopegasus bothered to salute him. It was obvious he was being transferred and didn’t want to be bothered.

Olive Pit arrived at Bay 42. They were loading crates into the bay. The Tortoise was a troop transport ship. They needed to make sure she was ready to carry her full complement of soldiers and everything they needed to support them. Olive Pit found the Master Sergeant in charge of the loading.

“Master Sergeant,” He said approaching. “I am Lieutenant Olive Pit, here for transport to Fort Wind.”

The Master Sergeant gave a quick salute and flipped through a few pages on his clipboard.

“There you are,” He said. “Deck 2, Room 24, Bed 3. It is an all officer room. If you need help navigating to it, anypegasus will be able to help you. I am stuck here with the loading. Welcome aboard.”

“Thank you Master Sergeant,” Olive Pit replied as he headed up the ramp into the ship.

Olive Pit asked for directions from the first Pegasus he saw and was shown to the room. Twelve beds and all of the officers assigned to the room were Stallions. Some privacy was being returned. He tossed his bag onto his bunk and departed to meet up with his friends.

When he arrived, he was greeted at the door by a mare. She was a civilian who worked on the base. Plenty of them did jobs like working at the NCO lounges. Most of them were married to soldiers stationed at the base. He had never seen her before.

“Sir, the officer club is off...”

Olive Pit held his hood up. “Thank you Ma’am. I am aware of the Officer Club. That is my party in the corner. We just graduated from Combat Medic School. I was one of four officers in the school. They are probably headed to that club, but those are my friends. I am supposed to be celebrating with them.”

“Wait here,” She smiled nervously at him.

She headed over to the table to speak with them. She came back with a warm smile on her face.

“Of course, come on in. Congratulations on completing CMS.”

“Thank you,” Olive Pit replied and headed in.

“You made it!” Ebony Bolt said. “They didn’t hang you up with regulations and shit.”

“Nope,” Olive Pit said taking a seat. “But she is new. Any idea where Violet is?”

“Transferring with her husband,” Sugar said coming up. “Glad to see you Olive Pit. What can I get you to drink?”

“Sunrise Sarsaparilla with Cloud Walker to start,” Olive Pit replied.

“Coming right up.”

Olive Pit looked at Ebony Bolt and shook his head. “If you were not so infatuated with Sugar, we could go to a place that doesn’t care about rank.”

Ebony Bolt waved him off. “This is probably the last time I will see her. Had to get one more in.”

Olive Pit shook his head while others laughed.

“And yet you won’t pursue her. Just eye candy.” Olive Pit poked.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you Lieutenant,” Ebony Bolt teased back, tongue sticking out at him.

They all laughed and settled in to a relaxing evening. They may never get to do this again, all eight of them together, and nopegasus tying them down.

---

Golden Dawn knocked on the door.

“Come.”

She opened the door and saluted. “You called for me Major?”

“Yes Specialist. Have a seat.”

“Is this another transfer Ma’am?” Golden Dawn asked.

She had been kicked around three different platoons since she had finished with Combat School. The 256 was her fourth. There were never explanations as to why she was being transferred. Golden Day was visibly concerned.

“It’s nothing to worry about,” The Major assured her. “You are being sent to special training, that is all.”

“Special training Ma’am? I have already been to Heavy Weapons and EOD training?”

“Better,” The Major smiled. “I think. Something called Equaggan War Weapons. This is way over my head. I have never heard of this school or training or whatever it is. Sounds confidential.”

Golden Dawn breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “I was afraid it was another unexplained transfer. Can you shed any light on my transfers?”

“I wish I could, but there is nothing in your file to indicate a valid reason to transfer you. They all are the same, ‘not a good fit.’”

“The lazy way to say they don’t want me for a personal reason,” Golden Dawn said rolling her eyes.

“I think they are intimidated by you,” The Major replied. “You were part of a big wave in your Basic Training, and they know you are heading to Officer School in several months. You pose a threat to their promotions and assignments. I already had to tell your Lieutenant to stuff it and deal with it.”

“They do not want to invest the time into you, which is wrong. I will make sure that once you get back from this War Weapons thing that we do a full set of exercises. You made a wise choice, but they can’t see that. I started my career as an NCO as well.”

“Thank you Ma’am.”

The Major slid a folder over to Golden Dawn. “Here are your orders. There are no groups or Cloudships heading out to this place, a Camp Bullis, so you will have to fly solo. Your list of stops is in there. The businesses are aware you are coming. Just hand them the check written to them. It shouldn't be too stressful of a flight.”

“How long will I be gone?”

“A full month.”

“And you know nothing about this thing?”

“I do not,” The Major replied. “I said you were in that big wave. It is probably why you were selected for something so, secretive. Or it could be a new thing I have not heard about. It has war weapons in it, that is all I can deduce. I would treat it as confidential until you find out otherwise.”

Golden Dawn smiled. “I will Ma’am.”

“You had better get going. If you leave now, you should get at least a day to settle in. Take only what you will need. You are coming back here after all.”

“Oh, and your Lieutenant does not know you are heading to training yet. I will inform him soon. I want to get his hopes up so I can dash them and teach him a lesson about leadership and learning to lead anypegasus, no matter where they are from or where they are headed.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Golden Dawn said standing up. “Thank you Ma’am.”

She saluted and headed out to gather her things. Her unit was not on duty at the moment, which made having her own room so much nicer. She would not have to explain packing to anypegasus.

She wasn’t that lucky. While she was heading to the flight deck to depart she ran into Lieutenant Zealous Arrow who was with several other low ranking officers. Their little cohort.

“Specialist, what are you doing?” He asked.

“Following orders Sir,” Golden Dawn replied, holding up file.

She moved to step around them but was blocked.

“No salute?” One of them asked annoyed.

“And why was I not informed?” Lieutenant Zealous Arrow asked.

“Above my head Sir,” Golden Dawn replied. She was going to keep to the confidentiality the Major recommended. “But I am on a time crunch.”

Golden Dawn tried to step around them again.

“As your commanding officer, show me your orders or I will have you held for going AWOL.”

“I can’t sir,” Golden Dawn replied. “Report me AWOL then.”

She stepped around them, taking advantage of their shock at calling their bluff.

“Salute your commanding officer,” Lieutenant Zealous Arrow ordered her.

“Earn it!” She yelled without looking back.

She was pissed at his attempt to transfer her and let the anger slip out. Golden Dawn had never pushed against an officer like that before. She might eat it later, but for now, it was worth it.

She gave the flight deck officer her clearance orders and was put in line to depart. It wasn’t a long wait until she was in the sky, following the flight path to take her out of the base.

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