Velna Metizh and Mindriy Raballan had been the best team in the squadron. The trouble was that Mindriy was so good that she was always liable to be given her own LandDestroyer to command. That has now occurred. Both girls get their new subordinates today, recruits with no battlefield experience whatever. "Great," thinks Velna: "Take one great team and turn it into two bad ones - typical." Now here's her new second, standing rigidly to attention, just about the only useful thing they learn at the School. Velna lets the girl sweat. Except that she doesn't sweat. The nano-controlled climate system in her skinsuit makes sure of that. That nice surface sheen would once have been a sign of hours of hard effort, but the nanos take care of that, now, too. Even a bad soldier can look good, nowadays. The trick is spotting the ones with potential. "Name?" "Priscilla Kell, Commander." "'Prissy' for short?" "If you say so, Commander." Prissy tries not to smile, but can't help it. Velna is about to reprimand her, but changes her mind. Something tells her that Priscilla and she will get along fine. "Get in, then, Prissy. You drive." Helmets and gloves from RDNA. Background done in Vue.