Right. He was getting the hang of this one now. The lack of a deadzone in flight assist mode was his enemy. A few tweaks to the simulator and he could slap it off (Oh, dear deities, he could hear the Thargoid’s regulars tittering again), perform a smart about turn and hit the boosters. Mr Snuffler (REALLY? That’s your name?), your time was fast approaching…. If only Frontier had seen fit to arm an area of space with nothing but indestructible nav beacons for target practice.
Vin scowled as the simulator branded him a “Failure” yet again. He pulled a sticky note from his flight suit’s breast pocket and scrawled a note, sticking it to the cockpit somewhere near the throttle control.