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Starfighter: The Choice 3

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Abel watched the Pioneers checking their ships.

They came to the station only two days ago and already looked as if they were here for a longer period of time. The hangar was now harbouring a set of jet-fighters quite different from those used by the usual Navigator/Fighter teams and Abel watched curiously as technobots were taking care of the systems checks.

"I didn't know that pioneer corps' guys can be turned into soldiers."

Abel looked to his right only to see Praxis standing a little further, also looking down from the gallery they were on. Level below, the hangar staff was in the middle of standard pre-flying checks and the group of about twenty Pioneers was standing out, because of their dark green suits. Taking care of their jets, they seemed separated from the usual crew, not merging and not socializing with them. In contrast to what Abel had heard about scouts as a battle class, that particular unit seemed to be trained well.   

"They don't seem unfamiliar with the procedures, though." Abel said. He watched as the technobots were changing something in the wing engine of one of the jets, when a motion in the left jet group caught his attention. Looking there, Abel shivered.

"Oh, that's their captain. I heard she will be joining the Navigators, that's true?" Praxis remained unaware of Abel's sudden dread and continued to calmly observe the woman, who was talking with the leader of technicians. She adjusted a few bangs that were covering her face, listening to the report and Abel caught himself staring at her fingers with some kind of resentment. Oh yes, that's true, captain Alter would be joining Navigators if she passed the qualification exam that should be held today. But that wasn't what disturbed Abel so much.

"You alright?"

Praxis' voice made Abel twitch, when he was taken out of his reverie. Trying to smile and dismiss the topic, he gripped the railing so hard that his knuckles went white.
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Cain threw himself on the bed and closed his eyes. It was a long day and he still had some things to do. Also, that task he received from Bering waited to be put into action. He still didn't know who he was dealing with – that Alter chick seemed like someone who wouldn't stand up against him, but she was quite cheeky about that qualification exam. Remembering that, Cain couldn't help but wince, annoyed.

~o~o~o~o~

"Out of thirty people in my team, I expect only seven to pass the exam, Commander." The woman was standing before Bering, at attention and saluting. Cain had never seen more mocking posture.

"That's few, Captain." Bering watched her thoughtfully from over his joined hands. "We hoped for at least seven additional teams to be formed. And yet, only four and even that odd." The man leaned back in his chair. "Let's hope that your scouts exceed your expectations."

Alter didn't say anything, but Cain could see that she frowned, displeased. Not that he cared, but watching her was so much fun, considering that she was just getting a lecture.

Bering dismissed them, but Alter didn't move from her place.

"Commander, sir?" she said, making sure she got his attention. "According to my predictions, I will be the one that will not have a Fighter to pair with."

"So?" Bering looked at her with one raised eyebrow. Cain stopped in the door, interested against himself what she was up to.

"I'd like to get a Fighter that would match my level of skills." She recited calmly. "Meaning, the best one you have."

"Well, that would be me." Cain narrowed his eyes, when leaning on the wall he fought back a mocking laughter, seeing that the bitch was getting cocky all of the sudden. "But I do have a Navigator and I don't plan on changing him, chick."

Alter turned to him, smiling brightly, gently, but when she spoke, her voice held a note of serious threat.

"We will see about that."

~o~o~o~o~

Cain cursed under his breath, looking at the clock. If he wanted to see how the test would turn out, he had to be out now. Grabbing his jacket from the hanger, he palmed the lock and stepped out on the corridor, only to launch into full speed, directing to the hangar. The Qualification Test was usually performed on simulators, but that bastard Cook decided that for a pilots such as scouts, a simulation would be ridiculously easy. Maybe it would be, but letting them fly into space, that way would be much, much fucking more difficult.

Hangar hall was full of people; Fighters, Navigators and base staff were crowding around to get the best places before the main screen that was usually used to monitoring the security cameras. Cain didn't have to use such savage methods. He just snarled and the people near made him a place before themselves without a complain. As simple as that.

Cain didn't care about all that fuss Cook imagined, he just wanted to check about what the bitch was scheming, being so sure that he would soon want to change Navigator. No fucking way in hell that some cocky chick was ordering him around.

Habitually searching the crowd, he registered where Abel was standing and went on, but came back to his princess with a sudden realization. Scratch it that he was standing near that fuck-face, Tiberius' Fighter, but Cain noticed another person in flightsuit near Abel.

Cain growled from deep inside his throat so that people around him stepped as far from him as they could. That was enough. He knew Alter was to be put under special surveillance, but nothing would save her from his hands. Watching as she was leaning towards Abel and whispering something to him just to take off to her ship after that, Cain felt the adrenaline rushing violently through his veins, making his blood boil with pure, insane need. A need to crush some bones, preferably in certain woman's arm.

She was going to regret it.     
epic fail T_T I'm posting it only because I have NO idea whatsover, what is possibly wrong with that piece ¬¬
all characters except for Pioneer Corps' guys and Alter belong to awesome :iconhamletmachine:
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