>Be Afternoon Delight.
>Be servicing some guy.
>Looks far too official for this.
>Says he's from some company offering airborne convoys protection from air pirates.
>Offers you a home and pay at their airfield.
>You only gotta help "maintain the morale of the pilots".
>Better than that cardboard box you're stuck with right now.
>Agree.
>Move to the airfield.
>Basically still the same old routine.
>At least you've got a roof over your head now.
>Also those flying machines fascinate you.
>More than they had any right to.
>Found your fetish.
>Spend a lot of your free time watching them.
>You absolutely need to fly in one of those.
>Some day one of your "clients" offers you a flight.
>Fuck yeah!
>Take off early in the morning.
>Beautiful sight.
>Best feeling ever.
>Suddenly the two of you get jumped by a lonley air pirate.
>Your pilot gets shot instantly and is out cold.
>Blood is everywhere.
>No time to panic.
>No time for flying lessons.
>Time to act.
>That pirate didn't even know what hit him before you set his machine ablaze.
>Successfully make it back home after the fight.
>Smooth as fuck landing.
>Where did you even learn this?
>After touchdown feel your flank getting warm.
>Finally got your mark and found your talent.
>It's apparently shooting down pirates ... or flying you're not sure.
>Either way, that was unexpected.
>Shot guy gets hospitalized, somehow survives.
>Company is dumbfooled and amazed by your display.
>Offer you training.
>Really?
>Few months later.
>You are now a pilot.
>A rather successful pilot.
>Successful enough for the pirates to give you an insulting nickname.
>"The Whore"
>You don't even care
>You are as happy as you could ever be and they suck at giving nicknames.