"He'll be fine. If he figured out how to even get a Preliator off the ground without training, he's good."
Moiraine waited for Grunadulater to wake up. Eventually he did. He had, of course, been placed in an infirmary. Moiraine walked over to him.
"Don't worry, Lieutenant. You'll be fine. Our next mission requires you to be a little more covert. First, we need to test your reflexes, to see if you can fly a Phantom."
Over the next two hours, Grunadulater went through various exercises in a battle simulator, medics and techs watching his every move. The young Lieutenant proved that he was one of the few humans that could indeed fly a Phantom.
Moiraine addressed him again. "Lieutenant, you are able to fly a Phantom. For your next mission, you will get this man" -- she motioned to a man next to her -- "into the base at DSN-6008. All you have to do is get him to the landing pad at the base. He will know what to do after.
"Even though a Phantom is faster than a Preliator, it has fewer controls, since it has no weapons, and is permanently cloaked. I suggest that you get going."
Grunadulater hurriedly left the room, followed by the spy. He went to the waiting Phantom...
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"Life's a bitch, but she's my bitch." -- Phoenix