<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nzMMba7.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Sergeant Marina Chernova -  Raven</em></span><br/><br/>Marina found the uniform fit her rather well. Not well as in it fit right, but it ended up giving her a rather dashing appearance, like she knew she was breaking some sort of taboo by wearing a man's uniform and that she might start sweeping ladies off their feet at any moment. She even adjusted the hat to a stylish angle, happy with what she found.<br/><br/>She stood at attention as Petrova went over the planes. She was familiar with them of course, it was nearly the exact model she had been allowed to train on. When she was approached individually she was expecting some sort of general question about loyalty to the Union or love for Stalin or hatred of imperialists and fascists. She wasn't expecting such a pointed question.<br/><br/>She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. She was so taken off guard she forgot to salute and address the Senior Lieutenant formally.<br/><br/>"I..." she began, then glanced down, hands clasped behind her back. "I waited until he was removed from the position that he was clearly not qualified for and then passed with full marks the second time around."<br/><br/>It wasn't the truth, not really, but it wasn't enough of a lie to be deceptive either.