[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2OWC5Hosv8]"...if I could have, all the women in the world, I would take this time to leeeave..."[/url]

The engineers and support personnel emerging from the elevator grumbled slightly as Kalina weaved her way past them, the thumping bass line of her music player barely audible over the din in the hanger as she lightly sang along to the lyrics. As she strutted along, the duffel bag bouncing over her shoulder, it was hard to tell that the short Polish fighter pilot had nerves eating away at her like nobody's business. It was only the second squadron she had ever been assigned to, after all. Sure she was confident of her abilities and she spent the last day or two relaxing and enjoying the celebrations with her substantial extended family that came over to see her off, but it was hard to take note of that sensible side of her when the other half was screaming 'OH MY GOD YOU'RE GOING TO SCREW UP SO GODDAMN BADLY ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY'. Stupid nerves.

"Hard times, happiest days of my life, hard times gone by...hey, Taxi!"

The driver of the tug carrying what was undoubtedly very delicate and dangerous equipment swore violently as Kalina hopped onto the back, making the truck shake slightly.

"What the hell are you doing?!?" the driver spat back at her.

"It's okay, I'm only a missile..." Kalina said, waving her hand like she was pulling a Jedi mind trick. "Carry on, good sir!" The driver paused, irritation burning behind his eyes before he decided it wasn't worth an argument and just kept driving, mumbling darkly about clowns and pilots. Kalina lowered herself onto a flat surface as she sped along, looking over the other squads zipping by. A few of the more stringent commanders looked relieved as she sped by, recognizing the telltale signs of a troublemaker. Grandpa would be proud.

"Ah, Fox Squad Boulevard, right on schedule!" Stepping off the cart with a flourish, her first look at Fox Squadron made her feel a little better about the situation. The others seemed pretty relaxed, what with the one blonde girl doing pushups and the others standing or sitting around casually. She didn't even seem to be the first newbie, going by the look of the olive-skinned girl with the cool shades. And while she historically had trouble with commanding officers, the squad leader looked like someone she could get along with too. This was going to be an interesting assignment to say the least.

"Not too late for the fireworks, am I?" she asked, swinging her legs over the crate in front of her and plopping down next to Goldman. "And me without my camera. Kalina Dragomira, at your service!"