This was it, this was the moment she'd been preparing for her whole life. Her fearless piloting skills had gotten her handpicked out of hundreds to test their new prototype fighter jet. Fearless as she was, her heart was pounding and her legs like jelly as she giddily stopped to stand next to the Slipstream proudly. Today she would make history, she thought as a man with an expensive looking camera snapped her by the craft.

That day, she did make history.

The cockpit was cosy, the way she liked. It made her feel important, independent and most importantly, alive. The teleportation device sat proudly to her right, lighting the pit a magical blue. A few of the scientists involved with it's development had tried to explain how it worked but Lena was lost after the long sciency words started. All that mattered was this puppy would allow the Slipstream to teleport in flight, how cool was that? How far technology had come she thought as there was an audio crack in her ears and the commanders voice came though, honestly she wasn't really listening to what he was saying she was just itching to get into the sky. So when the countdown started she sat back and clasped the control wheel in one hand and the throttle in another, kid-in-a-candy-store grin on her face. The controls came naturally to her, having flown similar air crafts countless times before, the Slipstream however was much faster and sensitive to her commands. She heard cheering from the station and once she gained enough height she got the go ahead to try out the new tech.

Flashing lights silenced the intercom and Lenas hand whipped to it to make sure it was still functioning. At that moment

"OXTON REPORT." Blared in her ears, wincing she glanced around,

"Uh, is the teleporter supposed to be blinkin' and blarin'?" her answer came in the form of multiple error warnings flashing on her display.

"ABORT TEST. BRING HER BACK OXTON." The voice rang in her ears, almost drowned out by the alarms.

"Got it." She replied, unaware whether she was received as she turned the Slipstream around. Suddenly the teleportation device began letting off a high pitched whirring Lena gasped, there was a flash brighter than the sun and then darkness.

"WHAT HAPPENED!? GET HER BACK ON LINE NOW!" The commander yelled to the men scrambling around the base, frantically inputting commands into computers with no success as the monitors blanked out.

"Sir we can't! All the comms are down!" One man cried, followed by another saying

"It teleported Sir but... We're not sure where there's nothing on our radars and we're getting nothing back from the Slipstream." A pause, "The radars... they're functional." This earned a bark from their commanding officer

"WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT BOY? WHERE IS THE CRAFT?" Another pause,

"Sir it's gone... There's no trace of it." More inputted commands. "It's... Nowhere." The Commander slammed a fist on the desk angrily,

"I want everything we have that flies out there, FIND THAT AIRCRAFT."

"Make sure it's done right this time. We cannot repeat that incident, we lost five hundred million and my best goddamn pilot. I don't care if it takes us another decade to develop this teleporter. Cut no corners." He sighs heavily, eyeing the memorial plaque hanging on the wall.

In memory of

Pilot Lena 'Tracer' Oxton

Who bravely gave her life on the night of September 20th 3036 aboard the Slipstream mark I in the furthering of technology and research of humanity.

"Lest we forget."

A darn shame that one, she had such a bright future ahead of her. Showed much promise for someone her age.

"Sir, somethings happened. I think you need to come and see this..."