"The main engine vector control. I know. I've been flying longer than you've been alive..." Derek paused to look at the man's collar "Specialist. I think I can figure it out."
"Actually sir, that's the autogyro-stabilizer. Vector control is now handled by the onboard computer. This is an SF27-Epsilon not an SF27-Bravo. If you'd like I'll check with the deck Chief and see if we can have a Bravo hauled out of a museum for you."
"Get the hell out of my cockpit!" Derek yelled, his voice cutting through the noise of the hanger. As the young deck hand beat a hasty retreat Derek yelled after him "And get me launch clearance."
This is...oh what the hell rank they give me this time...Adamson callsign Thor, requesting instructions. Ship status is nominal. Awaiting orders. Adamson out.
----------Transmission Terminated----------
<span style="color:#CCCCCC">"BOLT FROM THE HEAVENS"
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"Nobody ever won a war by dying for his country, you win wars by making the sorry SOB's die for theirs!"