Bravo Fleet
Waking up early, Arin made a cup of coffee after Lavender had taken an emergency call. Leave was planned, but sometimes things happen that throw all that out the window. They both understood whether it was a medical emergency or something that required the finesse of a skilled helm officer.
Beaming down to the planet, she had a couple of hours to kill before Lavender would catch up. Walking around the area near the Earth embassy on Vulcan, she headed toward Starfleet Academy’s flight training branch. She hadn’t had any dogfight practice in far too long.
Many of the fighter pilots were naturally aggressive in the cockpit. They soon learned her nickname “mercy” meant asking for is when she was in attack mode.