<strong>Name:</strong>Aluce Base personnel – Lt. Mosby<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 10, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Command Center, Personnel Department<br/><strong>With:</strong>T'chak<br/><hr/>"Ir's not that simple. We could certainly use another Veritech pilot, but I won't order you to undergo micronization. Oh sure, there were times when Zentraedi were ordered to become microns, but these days it's no longer done all that often, especially with pilots." In his mind the Lieutenant ran through a list of positions he needed to fill, and there was no lack of options for an experienced pilot. Two fighter squadrons and one of the attack squadrons were understaffed, as was Hawk squadron, after one of the assigned transfers had been hospitalized during a training accident. That was his current priority, least one of the electronic warfare officers sat around, twiddling his thumbs without a pilot. But current policy ran counter to him just giving T'chak an order to that effect.<br/><br/>Mosby rested his hands on his desk, their fingers intertwined. "What you have to consider is that the VT qualification will be a career changer. Sure, after this tour you could return to your full size, but once you have those VT qualifications in your record, I guarantee you that more VT assignments will come your way. It won't end with this single tour, of that you can be certain. Entering that pipeline is easy, getting out again may be much harder. That's a decision you have to make yourself."<br/><br/>The Lieutenant shook his head. "I suggest you take a day to think it over, then see me again tomorrow. There's no need to rush this decision. I'm sure the duty officer in spaceport control can help you find a room. I'll see you again tomorrow, at, shall we say 1100?"