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📔- A memory from a journal/diary entry
She remembered how much her hands had hurt that entire timeshe gripped the control yoke, white knuckled to hide how she shook. This wasn'tjust flying anymore. This was different from any practice, any walkthrough, oreasy landing into a spaceport. They didn't prepare a pilot for outmaneuveringother ships. They didn't prepare for trying to work a miracle on a rickety cargoship against armed ships flying behind you, guns ready to blow a hole into thehull.
Minseo can't forget the rising panic that she was trying tohide under cheerfully calling over the intercom, "Hold on to your pants,loves! We're going to do some fancy footwork here!" She remembers leaninginto the yoke, shifting them sharply portside into a spiraling dance out of theway of a cracking shot of a ship cannon. They broke atmosphere with an altitudeshift when she could breathe again, fired off into the sky. The Captain grabbedher by the shoulders and kissed the top of her head, crowing about his pilots.His pilots that were too fast, too good for the rest of the 'Verse.
She unwound finally, breathing out with her hand over olddog tags – thanking him for his help.















