If Maniac were capable of sufficient self-reflection to choose an actual role-model, he would probably pick Bossman. I didn’t mean that in a bad way, necessarily. Bossman still had Maniac’s aggression, but he had been tempered with years of actual combat missions. When Bossman gave you a suggestion, you’d better listen.
We’d jumped to the Kurasawa System, and I was back in a Rapier again, this time for more than just a combat test flight. The new fighters were coming aboard as fast as we could trade our Scimitars for them. I don’t think anyone shed any tears to see those pigs leave. We were finally on the offensive, with fighters that overmatched whatever the cats could throw at us.