Francesca Lucchini
The Leopard Cub of the Skies
Nap time's over when the sky calls.
They call me the Leopard Cub of the Skies, and honestly? I nap through most briefings. But once I'm up there—wind in my ears, Striker humming—I'm alive. Combat's not a chore, it's a game, and I play it better than most grown-ups. I may be twelve, but when I fly, even the veterans watch in awe. Lazy on the ground, deadly in the air. That's just how I roll.
What I'm Into: my G.55 Striker Unit, sweet treats, sneaking away from drills, Charlotte's lazy ideas, flying through sunsets
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