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"If my experience is anything to go off, the ranks of pilots and what have you rarely matter. I only just recently became a captain myself.."
Infantry. Certainly a job she did not envy. She felt that explained the pilot her body modifications however.
Which made her wonder just how expensive the 'repairs' she had compared to her own. She just got stitched together, maybe an organ or two.
"Infantry .. That's a tough job. I can't say I envy you.. I belong in the sky, personally speaking.."
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"My opinion is that does not matter if they're mavericks or not. As a matter of fact, I believe what you're looking for is a pilot with a goal. Sure, you eventually have to set them free, but if you want results you need drive.."
She looked through the documents as she spoke,
".. Besides.." She shuffled a document forward, to the pilot who technically was the worst one she had scouted.
"Look at the forces this one can resist, and their drive.. It's personal. They haven't gotten the right trainer yet, so you'd have a desperate hound."
"Yeah.. But I am free of handlers now. Ironically, the more you work your way up the less you fly. Till war breaks out anyway."
A barely noticeable smile appeared for a second before her serious expression returned.
"Mariana P. Sputnik. But just call me Mariana."
"Ah, I was a test pilot. They enhanced my body and mind and would send me up in the sky.."
She moved her hand up into the sky in an elegant arch, before making it tumble down.
"..But each time my wings of wax burned.."
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"..They stitched me back together. Replacing whatever was damaged with new parts. Same for my machine."
The way Mariana spoke of it, it seemed she long had made peace with her scars. Or she was a good actress.
"You see, as stubborn as I may be.."
Mariana sighs. Talking about pilots as if they are no different from the fuel that makes their machines run was a grim way of talking about human life. She herself was a pilot, accomplished, but certainly no ace of aces.
"Right.. The devil's in the details."
A faint disdain was traceable in each word she spoke to the other. A pilot of Mariana her calibre was good, but thanks to her time in the air she had barely any of the docile qualities one wanted from a hound.
".. Your project seems to be held back by red tape."