Lt. Wade turns away from the viewport. Normally he loved watching as the ship goes through warp, but at the moment he was watching a hopeful candidate in the simulator. He was supposed to pick out one last member to join his squadron, unfortunately he had yet to find one that would fit.<br/><br/>His thoughts turn to the fighters his Crimson Lance squadron pilots. All the fighters are deep crimson in color with a pair of golden lances on the side. Unlike regular fighters his squadrons are all modified with no limiters and increased speed and maneuverability. Every man that flies for him are a special breed, some might call them daredevils or reckless, but they are able to handle the g-forces that the fighters put out.<br/><br/>Even so they have specially made suits to cut that down even further. Most of the candidates Wade has had so far were still green, their only thoughts towards making a name for themselves like Wade.<br/><br/>His exploits may not be legendary, but the way he handles his fighter maybe. With the highest kill count on the ship he was dubbed the Crimson Comet. Wade shakes his head watching the pilot in the simulator run headfirst into a piece of debris and turn into a ball of flame, "Kill count never matters... The number that makes a commander great is having a low casualty rate..."