Who: Aeryn and John What: Flying lessons, and whatever disaster is following John now Where: Her Prowler Rating: Status: Incomplete.
Aeryn was sitting in the back seat of her beloved prowler, all but clinging to the mounting as John jerked and seized the craft's controls around. She thought the oculars would have steadied him but she was certain one more harsh turn and her head was going to go through the window. But the idea to teach him to actually fly, to have another able pilot to defend their ragtag pack in case she, stars forbid, couldn't man the controls had seemed a wise plan and got them out of the living ship. But as they hurtled through the asteroid field, she realized she might need a brain scan.
"I take what I said back in Moya about you being simpleminded; this is clearly a complicated plan to kill us in the most ridiculous manner possible. Is Winona jamming and you couldn't just shoot me?"