"It's too bad really," Nazora sighed, "Once the Tutagarians are brought under control they'll probably start to decommission the military. Well, I'm sure I have a few more years of freedom from that cursed house."<br/><br/>She knew what it meant, they were always trying to drag her back to mars, to be a lady of leisure but most importantly, a tool to be married off and bred wisely. They had almost sent her back plenty of times, but she had proven to be capable enough to stand her ground.<br/><br/>"Fine, let's head to the bridge, make an announcement to all flight officers that we'll be broadcasting within the hour. Have the fighter pilots ready for routine patrols."<br/><br/>On the way up, she kept watch on the screen. On the flight simulations, there was no computer aide, so everything had to be done by the pilot, it allowed for the showing of what the pilot could do on their own against another pilot or even the computer itself. This pilot was remarkable, he flew like the computer at the highest difficulty setting, a setting the great majority pilots could not survive longer than a minute, and fewer still could win. She'd have to try her luck against this one when she got the time.<br/><br/>"Impressive,"<br/><br/><br/><br/>