Karl "HotShot" Meek

[Mr_3ppozz]

Johnny sat in his Viper hovering Minato Harbour, waiting for this "Hotshot" too figure out the Viper controls. He allways had a good laugh when they hop into their Viper's for the first time. The Wireless was filled with unsure nuggets *Where is the bloody engine start* or *How the frak do i increase power and turn!* only a very few ever noticed the manual left next too the throttle stick.

After some 10 minutes Johnny saw the docking ports opening, he finally figured it out. Next were the basics, the simplest rule of all, allways make it home alive. It took the "Hotshot" only a few minutes too adapt too the Viper's capabilities, while he was giving an air show that would make the crow sick in the stomach.

While the 2 Vipers where in the middle of training, more and more pilots started too fill the Minato air-space. All cheering for a clean and nice showdown, some even got a bit edgy and picked their own fights.
It took some wild moves, but the "Soulhunter" proved too much for Karl, he had too dock the Viper for repairs. Johnny was pleased, he sustained minor damage, but he had too work too make his own hits. It would take some time, but it seems that piloting skill can be inhereted from your parents, he proved that he could become even better then his Father.

The rest of the pilots would deal with the remainder of the training, Johnny was expected on the Hood for discussion of tactics against the Union of Gold. The situation in Dublin was allmost unbearable, the Molly's keep attacking and they recieve reinforcement from there Outcast allies. It would take the entire Odin's Chosen Viper Squad too defend the Hood from these waves and it would be satisfying too add this skilled pilot too Johnny's Squad.

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