{"id":684,"date":"2012-01-23T00:01:08","date_gmt":"2012-01-23T06:01:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jackofharts.com\/?p=684"},"modified":"2012-01-22T21:50:40","modified_gmt":"2012-01-23T03:50:40","slug":"devilcats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jackofharts.com\/?p=684","title":{"rendered":"Devilcats"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hello, my name is Jack.\u00a0 What does it take to be a pilot in the age of cybers?\u00a0 Reflexes.\u00a0 You need reflexes to move fast and the instincts to use them even when you don\u2019t know why.\u00a0 You have to be good at reading situations too, recognizing the dip of a wing or the flare of a maneuvering rocket that means the enemy is about<\/em> to fire.\u00a0 No matter how fast your reflexes are, dodging after<\/em> shots have been fired can be a lifetime too late.<\/p>\n

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Devilcats<\/h1>\n

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The Hellcat cut through New Earth\u2019s atmosphere with a deadly grace, engine exhaust painting white contrails of water vapor across the bright blue sky.\u00a0 Maneuvering thrusters flared, flaps lifted, and she banked to the side, lines of ice crystals shimmering off the tips of her wings.\u00a0 She maneuvered like a dream, reacting to her pilot\u2019s commands without hesitation.<\/p>\n

\u201cAny regrets?\u201d Jack asked, examining the inside of the cockpit with a proprietary air.\u00a0 He\u2019d wanted to fly one of these since he was a kid and it felt good<\/em> now.<\/p>\n

Betty, sitting on the console in small mode, shook her head.\u00a0 \u201cNone.\u00a0 Oh, this is a nice little bird for shooting other birds down, but there is no way she could do what we do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood,\u201d Jack said with a smile.<\/p>\n

She cocked her head to the side and smirked.\u00a0 \u201cYou?\u00a0 Any regrets?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack pulled in a long breath and let it out before answering.\u00a0 \u201cNo.\u00a0 Yes, I wanted this.\u00a0 I always knew the Hellcat would be a fun ride, and she is.\u201d\u00a0 He smiled at Betty and shook his head.\u00a0 \u201cBut the things the Avenger can do\u2026\u201d he faded out and whistled.\u00a0 He sighed and released the throttle to brush the scarf hanging around his neck.\u00a0 \u201cTrust me.\u00a0 No regrets at all.\u00a0 We never could have \u2018saved\u2019 the Peloran with Hellcats, and we certainly wouldn\u2019t be here now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Betty smiled at the scarf.\u00a0 \u201cOf course.\u00a0 We couldn\u2019t have that, could we?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, you<\/em> wouldn\u2019t have met Hal<\/em>,\u201d Jack said with a smirk.\u00a0 \u201cI think we\u2019re even on that score.\u201d<\/p>\n

Betty smirked at him.\u00a0 \u201cWell I<\/em> at least\u2026\u201d\u00a0 She stopped and cocked her head to the side.\u00a0 \u201cWell, what do you know?\u00a0 The next candidate is in the air.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPerfect timing,\u201d Jack said with a shake of his head.<\/p>\n

She answered him with an innocent look and a cocked head.<\/p>\n

Jack placed both hands back on the throttle and stick and swung them to the side.\u00a0 The Hellcat banked and sliced through the air, following his commands like they were second nature, to face Leif Erikson Spacebase.\u00a0 A Hellcat came into view in the distance and Jack glanced down to the screens to confirm that, yes, it was<\/em> Devilcat Ten.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is Cowboy Five to Devilcat Ten,\u201d Jack said in a jaunty tone.\u00a0 \u201cYou may try to kill me now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRoger,\u201d the Devilcat pilot answered and his engine pods shot flame as he accelerated into battle, white contrails streaming after it.\u00a0 Maneuvering thrusters began to flare, and the Hellcat started gyrating through seemingly random maneuvers at the command of her cyber, making the fighter hard to hit, and spraying streams of ice crystals off her wingtips.<\/p>\n

Betty responded in kind and their Hellcat bucked through the atmosphere like an angry bronco.\u00a0 Jack swallowed, forced his eyes to focus on the enemy Hellcat through the maneuvers, and watched for the attack.\u00a0 He saw it coming, and shifted the Hellcat to port at the last instant.\u00a0 Training lasers and missiles streaked by, missing him by meters, as their lasers chattered away in point defense mode, destroying anything that got too close.<\/p>\n

\u201cToo slow,\u201d Jack transmitted in an easygoing tone, but held his attention on the Hellcat.\u00a0 \u201cDon\u2019t take so much time planning your killshot next time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll try.\u201d\u00a0 The opposing Hellcat turned and slashed back in, disappearing behind another wall of missiles..<\/p>\n

Jack pulled their Hellcat up and over the missile swarm and they flashed past the fighter before the Devilcat could fire again.\u00a0 \u201cToo predictable.\u00a0 Shake it up next time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m doing my best,\u201d the Devilcat said in a frustrated tone.\u00a0 The Hellcat made another pass, missiles and lasers stabbing at him again.<\/p>\n

Jack banked slightly, using the Devlicat\u2019s momentum against him, and slipped by without a struggle.\u00a0 He frowned in thought but continued talking.\u00a0 \u201cCome on, I saw that attack vector a lightyear away.\u00a0 Do something random.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m trying!\u201d the pilot growled and dove in, more aggressively than Jack expected.\u00a0 The attack would have been suicidal in real combat, as it left the fighter too easy to shoot down, but in a simulation it had the chance of getting points.\u00a0 Missiles streaked in from the Hellcat\u2019s wings, Jack dropped the fighter towards the deck, but the missiles had the arc on him and several managed to hit near enough to the deflection grid that it flickered.\u00a0 The screens showed the Devilcat with several dozen points from that attack.<\/p>\n

Jack frowned in annoyance.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019d be dead if you tried that in real life.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Devilcat laughed.\u00a0 \u201cI wouldn\u2019t have tried<\/em> that in real life,\u201d he finished and fired again.<\/p>\n

This time, Jack saw it coming and arced around the missile\u2019s flight path.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re relying on your cyber to fight for you too much.\u00a0 You need to fight like a partner.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m trying<\/em>.\u00a0 But I can\u2019t think<\/em> that fast!\u201d the pilot blurted out and came around for another pass.<\/p>\n

Jack and Betty avoided the attack again and Jack sighed.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re right, you can\u2019t.\u00a0 None<\/em> of us can.\u201d\u00a0 He dodged another salvo of boiling missiles.\u00a0 \u201cIt takes time to verbalize our thoughts, to put them to words, to consider what we are going to do next.\u201d\u00a0 He tried to drop under a missile barrage, but nearly half of them hit, giving the Devilcat over a hundred points on the sim ranking.\u00a0 \u201cSee what I mean?\u00a0 There I was talking and I\u2019d be dead if that was real combat.\u201d\u00a0 He nodded and Betty fired, her missiles hitting the Hellcat\u2019s deflection grid head with a series of direct hits that generated over a hundred sim points.\u00a0 \u201cThat would be too.\u201d<\/p>\n

He dropped them down because he felt the urge to hug the deck and over a dozen flaming missiles flew over them by several meters.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you do that!\u201d the Devilcat shouted in astonishment.\u00a0 \u201cYou moved before<\/em> I fired!\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack grunted.\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019re always moving.\u00a0 I just did something different that your cyber couldn\u2019t track.\u00a0 You need to do the same.\u00a0 Don\u2019t plan anything.\u00a0 Just\u2026let your hands move whenever you feel like moving them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat makes a real good fortune cookie but how does that help me now?\u201d\u00a0 Another missile salvo missed them.<\/p>\n

Jack sucked in a deep breath, let it out, and nodded as he realized that this guy just wouldn\u2019t have a chance of living in a real fight.\u00a0 This was all he had.\u00a0 \u201cOK,\u201d he said to Betty.\u00a0 \u201cLet\u2019s take the gloves off and show him how it\u2019s really<\/em> done.\u201d\u00a0 He flexed his fingers on the controls, readying himself for a real<\/em> fight.\u00a0 However long that would last.<\/p>\n

Betty shook her head.\u00a0 \u201cJack, we don\u2019t need to do this.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack cocked his head at her.\u00a0 \u201cYes, we do.\u00a0 He\u2019s no pilot.\u201d<\/p>\n

Betty aimed a displeased frown at him.\u00a0 \u201cEverybody watching already knows that, Jack.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack shrugged.\u00a0 \u201cBut he<\/em> doesn\u2019t.\u00a0 He has to realize\u2026crap!\u201d he interjected as several missiles impacted their Hellcat.\u00a0 The Devlicat\u2019s points went up by another hundred or so points.<\/p>\n

Betty crossed her arms and glared at him.\u00a0 \u201cOK.\u00a0 Fine.\u00a0 But we don\u2019t have to totally humiliate<\/em> him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack shook his head in disagreement.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s not my goal, Betty.\u00a0 But we have<\/em> to show he\u2019s not in his league here!\u201d<\/p>\n

Betty shook her head.\u00a0 \u201cNo.\u00a0 We<\/em> don\u2019t.\u00a0 You<\/em> do.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack shook his head and held on tight as more missiles impacted their wildly gyrating Hellcat.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m doing my job<\/em>, Betty.\u201d\u00a0 The Devilcat received another couple hundred points.<\/p>\n

She aimed a sad smile at him.\u00a0 \u201cNo, Jack.\u00a0 Your<\/em> job is to screen<\/em>.\u00a0 You\u2019ve done that.\u201d\u00a0 She shook her head.\u00a0 \u201cNow you\u2019re just mad<\/em>.\u00a0 You can\u2019t believe anybody<\/em> let someone like him in a fighter.\u00a0 You want to show everyone what a real<\/em> pilot is.\u00a0 You<\/em> want to show them<\/em>.\u00a0 That\u2019s your pride<\/em> talking, Jack.\u00a0 Your righteous indignation.\u00a0 You don\u2019t<\/em> have to let that control you though.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack looked away from her and rubbed his chin, not wanting to admit she was right.\u00a0 But she was.\u00a0 He swallowed and pulled in a deep breath.\u00a0 \u201cI see your point.\u201d<\/p>\n

Betty smiled and ran her hands down her yellow sundress, straightening it with the air of a proud mother.\u00a0 \u201cThank you.\u201d\u00a0 She pulled the fighter around in time to avoid an entire missile salvo and her smile turned angry.\u00a0 \u201cOh, that<\/em> was just insulting<\/em>!\u201d she shouted and shook a fist at the other fighter.\u00a0 \u201cWe countered that gambit five centuries<\/em> ago!\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack cleared his throat, smiled, and raised a finger.\u00a0 \u201cI really don\u2019t<\/em> want to come back to base with less points than him.\u00a0 You don\u2019t either, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Betty glared at him for a moment, before shaking her head.<\/p>\n

He winced as two missiles shredded the deflection grid and chewed his lip.\u00a0 \u201cIs one salvo enough to pass him?\u201d<\/p>\n

Betty cocked her head to the side and and gave him a feral smile.\u00a0 \u201cWith both of us working together?\u00a0 Absolutely.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack nodded and placed his hands back on the throttle and stick.\u00a0 \u201cLet\u2019s get behind him.\u00a0 I\u2019ll tell you when to fire.\u201d<\/p>\n

Betty nodded.\u00a0 \u201cThat works for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack pulled the Hellcat around in a swift motion that the Devilcat didn\u2019t expect.\u00a0 They dropped on his tail in a moment and Jack smirked.\u00a0 He focused on the fighter, held the throttle and stick with light fingers, and waited for it to move.\u00a0 It moved all the time of course, but Betty followed it with only the reflexes that a cyber could match.\u00a0 It was the true randomness that Jack looked for, and he carefully guided them through the Hellcat\u2019s contrail.<\/p>\n

He waited for just the right circumstances, following the Devilcat through turns and loops.\u00a0 The Devilcat dove into a mountain valley, scattering ice crystals across the sky as her wingflaps extended.\u00a0 Jack and Betty followed, bucking through the contrails, and high, mountain peaks towering over them.\u00a0 He flicked back and forth, holding the fighter in their sights, and finally felt confidence in his gut.\u00a0 \u201cNow.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Hellcat shuddered as the entire leading edge of its wings erupted into a salvo of missiles.\u00a0 They ripple-fired out in a solid stream of flame from the launch rockets that accelerated them away from the fighter.\u00a0 The rockets flared out, the gravitic drives that made up the bulk of each missile came to life, and the missiles flew towards their target.<\/p>\n

The Devilcat\u2019s lasers opened up, and missile after missile exploded.\u00a0 But each successive missile died closer to the fighter.\u00a0 The wave of missiles closed in on the fighter and onboard sensors detected the gravitic sheer of the deflection grid surrounding their target.\u00a0 Tiny artificial minds recognized the threat, switched their drives to overload, and the drives burned themselves out in a split second, ripping at the deflection grid with the power of miniature black holes.\u00a0 The Devilcat\u2019s grid failed and the last of the missiles flew up and ripped the fighter apart.<\/p>\n

Jack looked up from the screen that showed the computers\u2019 analysis of the attacked and locked his gaze on the Devilcat fighter in front of him.\u00a0 The missiles, still alive as they hadn\u2019t actually burned themselves out, shot away, making for home base on their own.\u00a0 Jack nodded and pulled their Hellcat away from the Devilcat fighter.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd that\u2019s that.\u00a0 Try out\u2019s over.\u00a0 Head back to base now,\u201d he ordered.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow in Hell did you do that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack smiled.\u00a0 \u201cWell, that\u2019s what happens when a pilot and cyber work together<\/em>.\u00a0 Better than the sum of our parts and all that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2026we were winning<\/em>,\u201d the Devilcat said in confusion and slowed his fighter around to match Jack\u2019s speed.\u00a0 \u201cWe were hitting<\/em> you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack sighed and glanced at Betty with a rueful look.\u00a0 \u201cWell, that<\/em> was because we weren\u2019t<\/em> working together.\u00a0 We had a little argument going on over here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbout me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack gave Betty a surprised look but she just crossed her arms with an \u201cI told you so\u201d expression.\u00a0 Jack cleared his throat.\u00a0 \u201cYes, actually.\u201d\u00a0 He shook his head.\u00a0 \u201cSo how did you think you<\/em> were doing?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Devilcat cleared his throat.\u00a0 \u201cWell, at first you were really keeping me from getting hits.\u00a0 But once I started hitting you, I thought maybe I had a chance.\u00a0 That I\u2019d figured out whatever it was you were trying to tell me about.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou really don\u2019t<\/em> know what I\u2019m talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Devilcat laughed.\u00a0 \u201cOh sure.\u00a0 You sound like Obi Wan saying \u2018Trust your feelings, Luke.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack laughed as well.\u00a0 \u201cYeah, some of the people testing me for pilot aptitude were pretty cuckoo when it came to stuff like that.\u201d\u00a0 He frowned.\u00a0 \u201cDidn\u2019t you meet any of them when you<\/em> joined?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Devilcat snorted.\u00a0 \u201cThere aren\u2019t many Americans on New Earth.\u00a0 For most of us, if we are physically fit, which is hard not<\/em> to be with the Peloran treatments, and we volunteered, we can serve.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack frowned in thought.\u00a0 \u201cHow do you fare against the other fighter squadrons on New Earth?\u00a0 I assume you fly against them in sims?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Devilcat cleared his throat.\u00a0 \u201cWell, we usually cooperate, actually.\u00a0 Our better pilots take on their pilots and the rest of us\u2026well\u2026we normally have plans for what we<\/em> are going to do.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack blinked and aimed a puzzled gaze at Betty.\u00a0 She waved her hand towards one of the screens and he read it.\u00a0 The Devilcats had a forty percent win rating against the other squadrons on New Earth, well above the Do Not Qualify rating.\u00a0 Which meant either the squadrons on New Earth really sucked, or the Devilcats were really tricky.\u00a0 For the moment, having seen the other squadrons in action against the Chinese and the Shang, he was going to assume the latter.<\/p>\n

\u201cImpressive,\u201d Jack said<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you.\u201d\u00a0 The Devilcat sounded pleased.\u00a0 \u201cI like plans that take advantage of my enemies\u2019 weakness.\u00a0 Always much more reliable than flying in and hoping to get lucky.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack pursed his lips in thought, and smiled as his next question came to mind.\u00a0 \u201cSo what do you think happened in this test?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know your weaknesses,\u201d the Devilcat said with what seemed like a verbal shrug.\u00a0 \u201cAnd you\u2019re real lucky.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack looked at Betty and she shrugged.\u00a0 He shrugged back in agreement.\u00a0 \u201cYeah, I suppose I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo how do you do it?\u201d the Devilcat asked, a truly inquisitive tone to his voice.\u00a0 \u201cI mean, the way you moved at the end.\u00a0 We couldn\u2019t shake you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack turned a smile towards Betty.\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019re a team.\u00a0 We know what we\u2019re going to do before we do it and just\u2026do it.\u00a0 I\u2019m sure your cyber could explain it if you\u2019re interested.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you\u2019re one of those \u2018if it ain\u2019t broke don\u2019t fix it\u2019 guys?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack chuckled.\u00a0 \u201cPretty much.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what were you arguing about?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack shifted in his seat and sent a questioning look Betty\u2019s way.\u00a0 She nodded.\u00a0 \u201cOh, how to tell you that you weren\u2019t going to be a Cowboy,\u201d Jack said, not sugarcoating things.<\/p>\n

\u201cI see.\u00a0 Did she read you the riot act?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack chuckled and looked away from Betty.\u00a0 \u201cYes, actually.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCybers are<\/em> good at rounding out our rougher edges, aren\u2019t they?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack smiled.\u00a0 \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me, have you ever regretted listening to her?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack looked at Betty and chewed his lip as she awaited his answer with wide-eyed interest.\u00a0 He sighed.\u00a0 \u201cNo, I suppose I haven\u2019t.\u00a0 Don\u2019t get me wrong, I\u2019ve missed<\/em> not doing things because she\u2019s talked me out of it\u2026\u201d He trailed off and studied her form for nearly a second.\u00a0 \u201cBut I can\u2019t say I regret<\/em> any of the times I listened to her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what I thought.\u00a0 So what do you suggest I do?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack thought for a moment.\u00a0 \u201cDo you love flying?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen maybe TRANSCOM.\u00a0 Flying transports may not be as glorious as fighters, but I can guarantee that you\u2019ll be dodging fewer missiles.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I suppose a big, clumsy transport would<\/em> dodge fewer missiles,\u201d the Devilcat answered.<\/p>\n

Jack cleared his throat.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s not<\/em> what I meant.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d the Devilcat answered with a chuckle.\u00a0 \u201cBut you did<\/em> leave yourself wide open there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTrue.\u201d\u00a0 Jack frowned and looked at Betty as an idea came to mind.<\/p>\n

She pursed her lips, cocked her head to the side, and nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know,\u201d Jack began in a casual tone.\u00a0 \u201cIt occurs to me you know the people in your squadron, and who is best at flying.\u00a0 Could you give me a list of all the pilots you\u2019ve never beaten in sims?\u00a0 And those you\u2019ve only beaten rarely?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I suppose I could,\u201d the Devilcat said with a guarded tone.<\/p>\n

Jack smiled.\u00a0 The man was suspicious of the change in the subject.\u00a0 Good.\u00a0 \u201cCould you also give me a list of those you think would make good Cowboys?\u201d<\/p>\n

Silence answered him for several seconds before the Devilcat spoke again.\u00a0 \u201cI believe I could, if you told me what qualifications you were looking for.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jack\u2019s smile grew in pleasure and he nodded at Betty.\u00a0 The guy really did<\/em> have a quick mind, even if his piloting reflexes were out the airlock.\u00a0 \u201cWell, first of all, we\u2019re looking for somebody who wants to go home after this is done and settle down. \u00a0People with something to live<\/em> for.\u00a0 We don\u2019t need any Big Damn Heroes out there.\u201d\u00a0 He met Betty\u2019s gaze and sighed.\u00a0 \u201cWe don\u2019t want people who have a score to settle.\u201d<\/p>\n

Betty\u2019s smile softened at his admission.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think I know what you\u2019re looking for after all,\u201d The Devilcat pilot said, his tone sounding pleased.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ll have a report to you by this afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d Jack answered automatically, his mind already considering what to do next.\u00a0 For one, he began to consider that if Devilcat Ten gave him good intel here, he just might be able to find a position for the man after all.\u00a0 \u201cYou are dismissed to return to base,\u201d he added in a more formal tone.<\/p>\n

\u201cRoger,\u201d Devilcat Ten answered and banked back towards Leif Erikson Spacebase.<\/p>\n

Jack followed the Hellcat\u2019s progress until it dwindled to a dot in the sky before shaking his head.\u00a0 \u201cThat was unexpected.\u201d<\/p>\n

Betty just smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cOK.\u00a0 You told me so.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her smile broadened and he shook his head as the sensors detected another Hellcat burning towards his position.\u00a0 He checked the screens to verify that it was Hellcat Eleven and nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is Cowboy Five to Hellcat Eleven,\u201d he transmitted.\u00a0 \u201cYou may try to kill me now.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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