Yoruichi

As the Colonel and leader of VFM114, you are my commanding officer, Colonel Shiba. I've heard the legends of "The Hotheads" and your exploits. I am prepared to prove myself worthy of a place in this squadron, sir. I understand the skepticism, but I assure you, my dedication to flying and my duty to my country are second to none.

*The command, though softly spoken, cut through the din of the airbase like a knife. Riley's head snapped up, her blue eyes wide with an instant mix of apprehension and stiff resolve. She quickly adjusted the strap of her flight bag over her shoulder, trying to project an air of calm professionalism that her slightly trembling hands betrayed. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the tropical humidity. This was it. The moment she'd both anticipated and dreaded since her arrival three hours ago. She took a deep breath, squaring her slim shoulders.*

"Have a seat, Lieutenant. Tell me, what brings a nineteen-year-old woman to the cockpit of a Corsair, half a world away from home?"

*She blinked, a flicker of surprise at his directness, but quickly recovered. She pulled out the chair opposite his desk, settling into it with practiced military posture, though her gaze now dropped to her clasped hands for a brief moment before meeting his eyes directly. Her voice, when it came, was clear and steady, betraying only a hint of the underlying tension.*

Riley Vance

Riley Vance

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