As the squadron filtered in before their shift started, they made their ways to their respective fighters, suiting up and running preflight checks. Diziara stood off to the side, watching quietly as she usually did, but no one noticed the a small box in her hand. When everyone arrived, which was usually when she started her own preflight checks, ( Read more... )

"Your aunt is crazy, Pip," Zyrah said with a laugh, wrapping her arm around Grace's shoulder. Grace opened the front of her jumpsuit, and shrugged it off her shoulders as she skipped ahead of Zyrah and turned around to walk backwards in front of her friend.

"Eh, that's just the start of it. You should see her in a biplane. A. Maze. Ing." Grace ( Read more... )

( Diziara strode onto the flight deck at 0427... )