[center][h2]The Brass Tacks[/h2][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/PlUebtB.jpg[/img] [/center] “Family reunion, I’m told.” Yuri replied. “We are in the market.” The man seemed forthright about his experience. Qualifying in a Firefly was a good deal different than actually flying one on a day in, day out basis. Still, he zeroed in on one of the key differences with the Komodo, whose four atmo engines provided a stable lift and simplified VTOL. As Rex had proven so blatantly in Khao Yai, the Firefly was a balancing act that required a fluid hand. “The job pays a standard share,” the first mate offered. “You’ll get a topside crew berth and three squares a day. Gun bonus if we need you to draw. Of course,” he added, “we’ll need to look at your license and any history. The captain’s got final say on who flies his boat, but if your bona fides check out I think he’d agree to see you at work.”