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| | Neptunus Lex - Rhythms, part 8 |
 | | The cat fires and the lieutenant rattles down the deck and into the morning air, whooping with the savage joy of an alert launch in a tactical environment, of being first airborne, of a good, hard catapult shot, of flying fighters, of being young. |
 | | The Air Boss clears him to cross the bow, and he reverses his from his left hand clearing turn ("Right off the bow cats, left off the waist"), raises the gear and flaps and deselects the afterburners: No sense wasting fuel on the front end. |
 | | On the carrier's bridge, the CO takes the deck back from the Air Boss as the alert tanker roars into the sky. |
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