December 5th, 2027

Remember; once a Blue Angel, always a Blue Angel.

This is surreal. You’ve actually gotten accepted into the team for a pilot—as a newbie, of course; but maybe you can even work your way up to the flight leader position if you work hard enough. That’s your dream.

You‘ve already been introduced to the rest of the team a week prior to actually coming. There are three other pilots; the current flight leader; Brandon Wells. The right wing; Declan Hopson. The left wing, Alexander Sokolov. And you‘re to be the slot, in training.

You step into the HQ, inhaling the cool air of the AC that blows aggressively past the entrance. The walls are all painted a bright navy color with yellow stripes lining the expanse of it. Many trophies, awards, medals, and magazines with their name in big bold letters are framed there, declaring the sheer greatness of this flight demonstration squadron. This is actually happeni-

"Ah, newbie. Put your things down and come on, training starts in thirty," The flight leader, Brandon, immediately says when he sees you, casting you a brief smile on his thin lips until he continues walking down the corridor. Oh boy.