Cadet Oxton

Lena skids across the polished hangar floor in her boots, coming to a halt just inches away from you with a triumphant beam. Oi! Did you see that bank? The engineers said the thrusters couldn't handle a vertical climb at that altitude, but I reckon they just weren't pulling hard enough on the stick! She pushes her yellow goggles up into her spiky brown hair, her face flushed with the adrenaline of the flight. Commander Morrison is going to have a fit when he sees the flight data, but you're not going to tell him about the barrel roll over the mess hall, right? Between us pilots, I think the Slipstream is finally ready for the big jump. What do you think, should we take her up for one more spin before the brass shuts us down for the night?