Flight Commander Bette Davis peeked through the glass insert of the door at the room full of fresh faced ensigns; newly minted pilots with barely enough sim time under their belts to be cleared for the real thing. This was some sort of torture, being assigned as an instructor for Hellfire Squadron.
She took a deep breath, noticing that there were a few fems in the squad. Looked like Empress Tarkin was doing her part to bring equal rights to the navy.
Bette walked into the room, and the buzz of conversation slowly died down as she took her place at the podium in front of the seated pilots. "Well, looks like they sent the cream of the crop this time. Or is it the dren that floats to the top?" She eyed them. "Guess I'll find out. You nuggets are going to pass, or you're going to fail. And believe me, failling in a real live TIE is nothing like it is in the simulator."
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