<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/BridgeBunniesAvatarMacross2032.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lt. Porter, Ens. McMillan, Lt. Morgenstern<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 15, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Space Traffic Control<br/><strong>With:</strong>Kyclia, Open<br/><hr/>Trixie considered those statements for a moment. Again she was ready to sigh and shake her head, but held back her frustration. That wouldn't be very professional, and she was a professional, despite her age. She had grown up surrounded by pilots and officers of all kind. Sure, those people could be fun and relaxed and all, but that environment had still left her with a sense of discipline and its importance. At least when on duty.<br/><br/>"You will have to take up that question with your squadron commander. But the occasional shift here is part of the regular duties of a VF pilot, even the experienced pilots. It's not only about experiencing how we do things here in command, you pilots are also here to offer advice and expertise, should an emergency develop."<br/><br/>She checked her control panel briefly, a routine glance at the instruments that was so much part of her routine by now that Trixie did it automatically every few minutes.<br/><br/>"But if you think your time is wasted here, you could always talk with your fellow pilots, ask them questions about the VFs you might have, or study the operating manuals. We always keep some at hand." She made a small gesture with her hand towards the table towards the rear where the thick binders were stacked.