Lance stepped from the cockpit and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked at the Lancelot and sighed. He was exhausted. He had worked for hours in the last three days. Little sleep and little food. However he did make sure to keep himself clean. With a grin on his face Lance left the hanger. The Lancelot L.A.M.P.S drive would take longer then thought. Its stress output was greater then Lance predicted. Maybe it would be wise to speak to the captain. Lance growled under his teeth and headed toward the brigde.
On his way Lance remembered the first time he piloted the Lancelot. It was on one of his Black Ops missions. They were instructed to attack and destroy a STAAR's base in the Zeta Colony. Lance lead that mission to much success. During the fight with the guards of the base Lance was able to use the Lancelot at 87%. His fathers had been able to use it at 97%. Even to this day Lance had only been able to use the Lancelot up to 93%. Something was different about his father and himself. Something that allowed each of them to push passed their limits.
"Why do I care??" Lance smuggly whispered. He was worried about what was going to happen when they confrounted STAAR's again. Most likely a fight. Just what he wanted. However Lance knew that STAAR was as good and powerful for nothing. Their pilots were top of the class. ABle to ouch their ARC's to the limit. Much like his father. Lance would have his hand full fight two of them let alone a squad. They were powerful but they were also. The Renegades weren't puch overs but a long shot. They would come out on top. Like they always did.
Lance soon found himself standing in the brigde of the ship. The captain was hard at working being a slacker. Lance rolled his eyes at him and shook his head. "Lance Maxwell reporting for duty Captain Sir." Lance hated having to say stupid Sir's and yes Sir's and all that bull. It was like he was a child and he was his father. Lance just wanted to ask him a few questions and maybe get him to come to the hanger and look over the systems along with Keily. She had to do something more then make Lance want to shot himself. However he would never admit that around anyone or to anyone. Moral support was what made them strong so LAnce would just wave and smile.
..........Like a over stuffed Prom Queen