“You’re an idiot. And I don’t fly with idiots.” The steel door slammed and produced a high-pitched ringing capable of calming a battalion of angry dogs. Jimmy scratched his head.

‘So much for trying…’ he thought. ‘This is gonna be a great 6 months…’

The USS Wright was the first of it’s kind: a 22nd century aircraft carrier capable of all-thing-military. With space to hold ground support, multiple sea craft including two subs, and fighters and bombers on 3 levels of decks, it’s inaugural launch was practically a national holiday, back in the summer of 2183. It was both dizzyingly terrifying and awesome at the same time.

Chris (you know, the door-slammer-guy?), was an experienced pilot of one of these aforementioned fighters. I, on the other hand, was less so. My military career’s accolades so far might include ‘fastest to drop something fragile in the presence of an officer’ or ‘broad-side-of-a-hanger marksmanship skills.’

One thing I will say is I wasn’t the kind of guy to give up on his wingman, or to flake on a prior commitment, and I just knew this big ship was my ticket to showing my true colors. You’ll learn that too, Chris, but not quite yet, so I don’t really blame you for your honest comment earlier. Just gimme a chance, and you’ll be glad I’m in that seat.