Mia looked up from the stack of papers off to the left of her terminal; two new messages. She opened up the browser and looked through the first...hello, senora', bla bla bla...tragic story, bad history, bla bla bla...I want to come fly for the 66th. Now THAT was what she wanted to read. Carlos Diego, thirty-seven, ex-Guard pilot, slightly insane. She'd heard about this one; He was supposed to be good in a Saber and better running a Gunboat, but as the 66th didn't commission Gunboats at the moment, a Sabre would have to do. Sent off the acceptance form with instructions to report to one of the military hangars where they kept the new Sabres for a ship with the colors Carlos.Diego[202nd]. Archiving that, she went on to the second. Another application...what!?
Joaquim Dattaglia!? As in, her cousin, Joaquim!?
...wary, she sent an invitation to report to Corsica for competency testing. He'd been good in a Saber ten years ago, but that was then and this was now...what's more, he was not always to be trusted. This would be an interesting week, that was for sure...
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