The Class of '52

A convict, a teenage MAC operator, and a disgraced XO walk into a bar on Luna. That's not a set up to a joke, that's just the calibre of Navy recruits in 52. I don't care what the brass thinks of us, all I know is that they need guys like me, who can jump a cruiser through slipspace onto a spot the size of a needle without so much as a day's formal training. Desperate times, right?