"Combat ships?" Trudy perked up at that, looking a lot more confident. "What kind of combat ships? One-man fighters?" Maybe it was a little too much to hope for - and Trudy had been trained primarily as an atmosphere pilot, so she'd have to unlearn all of those habits - but if she could fly, she'd be content.

She shook her head a little at the growing picture of the situation. "We're fighting universe-destroying bugs we know next to nothing about on a transport ship we can't steer," she said. "Fabulous. Well, it's not the first time I've been screwed before an operation even started." The grin on Trudy's face was maybe a little reckless and maybe a little sharp-edged - but she was in her element here. Hopeless battle, check. Enemy more advanced and powerful, check. Loose command structure, check.

Maybe this ship wouldn't be so bad.