Lieutenant Commander Tom Jordan, callsign "Stinger," looked over the new recruits.  They were still in suspended animation and looked like they were asleep in the giant tubes.<br/><br/>Stinger opened up one tube, then another across from it.  He checked out the two males of the four anthro feline pilots.  Both pilots, callsigns Midnight and Bumper, were high level hybrids with minor flaws in their personalities.  Midnight was aggressive and sarcastic, while Bumper was a goofball who lacked focus and was a bit clumsy outside of a cockpit.  Still they scored well enough to qualify for the new fighter craft.<br/><br/>Stinger opened up their capsules and started the revival process immediately.  In no time, the two pilots woke up.  Midnight immediately got into a fighting stance, his claws extended and fangs bared.  Once he became acclimated to his surroundings, he managed to relax.  Bumper, on the other hand, yawned loudly and smacked his lips, then rolled over onto his side to sleep some more.  Midnight punched Bumper in the arm, waking him up, then half carried and half dragged him out of the room.<br/><br/>This left Stinger alone with the two female felines.  He opened one of the tubes, but waiting on reviving its inhabitant.<br/><br/>Chris Evans was made with the same batch as Midnight and Bumper.  She was also 60% feline and 40% human, but she picked up the training more quickly than the males and tended to make better decisions, which got her a role as a lead pilot instead of the lesser wing pilots that Midnight and Bumper would be.  She was covered in fur from head to toe, sporting black tiger-like stripes on an orange coat, along with long, human-like blond hair.<br/><br/>Stinger couldn't help but trace the serial number on her inner thigh, then run his fingers through her fur, then her hair, then even the tufts inside her ears.  He looked over his shoulder to make sure he was alone, then ran both his hands up and down her body.  She was lean and muscular, and he made sure to part her thin thighs and spread her nether lips to peek at the pink flesh between her legs.  He bent over the capsule and even pressed his face into her crotch, inhaling deeply and pulling the scent of her sex into his nose.<br/><br/>Stinger kept Chris asleep as he went across the room to the last of the four capsules.<br/><br/>Emma Jones was different from the other pilots.  While Midnight, Bumper and Chris were all made in a lab and born out of a test tube, Emma was created in an entirely different and new manner.  She was originally a full<em>Homo sapiens</em>, and then feline genes were spliced into her DNA.  If it wasn't for the cat ears atop her head, the slitted pupils in her eyes, and white tail coming out of the base of her spine, she could pass for a pure human.  Her abilities, though, were comparable to Chris and also superior to most other pilots.<br/><br/>Stinger helped himself to molest Emma also.  He felt up her breasts through the thin white t-shirt she was wearing, then stroked her slit through her tight blue shorts.  The actions triggered reactions, and Emma's nipples engorged into stiff peaks while a wet spot started forming in her shorts.  Stinger put his fingertip in her waistband, and tugged it down to look at the serial number on her mons.<br/><br/>He hit some buttons then waited for the two female to stir from their slumber.  He stood erect, his pants sporting the beginning of a tent, while he waited for the pilots to get out of the capsules and stand at attention before him.<br/>