Super Cat XFB-37.
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Super Cat XFB-37.
For security reasons, I won’t give you my name; I’ll only tell you that my code name is Wild Cat, Commander Wild Cat. Since I was a child, I always dreamed of flying. The first thing I flew unaided was a paper kite. Later, my father acquired two old but functional ultralights with joystick controls, like those on fighter jets. One stick controlled the ailerons, the other the throttle, and the pedals controlled the rudder for turns. Eventually, I met NASA engineer and astronaut Dr. Franklin Chang Díaz, who found me flying an old Cessna upside down when I was 16, while he was flying a Liar jet. With his help, I was accepted into the Naval Military Academy in Annapolis, Maryland. There I learned everything a good naval officer should learn about navigation. In time I went on to the aviation school at Naval Air Station Pensacola in Florida, but due to circumstances I had a run-in with one of the officers and I was forced to change careers after graduating as a pilot since I was good at flying anything with wings and an engine.
Due to life’s twists and turns, a former officer from my academy days invited me to participate in a special training program. My job was simple: they trained me, and I traveled the world flying the planes I was assigned to take from point A to point B. This allowed me to fly everything from old crop dusters to the monstrous Miriya, the giant Ukrainian freighter, before it was destroyed in the Russian attack on the Antonov complex. It was a real shame to see that giant of the sky destroyed, but I had the satisfaction of saying that I took off from the ground in Ukraine and landed it in England as Captain Antonov ’s co-pilot .
Those escapades caught the attention of several companies that needed someone qualified to fly their new test aircraft, someone crazy enough to climb into a contraption whose flying capabilities were uncertain. Regarding my rank, well, I’ll just say that it’s real, or at least it is for all the officers who call me Commander. I’m used to being called Commander or simply Wildcat.
At forty, I received a call from the Central Intelligence Agency to test a new prototype aircraft, one of those contraptions that Skunk Works or ATDC are constantly building just to spend a few million dollars a day. Well, since I had worked for the “Agency” before, they told me I had to travel to NASA to receive information. From there, they ordered me to take an old F-5, but in excellent condition, to a private airstrip in Guanacaste, Costa Rica—an airstrip that officially doesn’t appear on any map of the country. The last time I was in my country was for my father’s funeral, and I hadn’t been back since, for work reasons, since I spend 350 days a year traveling all over the world. And those 15 “free” days I have each year are for my personal life, which usually translates into flying an ultralight guiding flocks of migratory birds.
Upon arriving at the runway, I met an old friend, Dr. Franklin Chang Díaz, who briefed me on the work I had been hired to do by the Agency and NASA. The old and beautiful F-5 was merely the means to fly back home. The mission was to fly an experimental aircraft called the “XFB-37.” Franklin found it amusing that Wild Cat was the test pilot chosen to fly the Super Cat, another large and heavy 50-ton aircraft.
Dr. Franklin introduced me to the Super Cat. When I saw that monster inside the hangar, the first thing I noticed was that it had no air intakes, and the exhaust nozzles were very different from those of any other aircraft. Even the Raptor’s vectored nozzles looked like toys compared to these. At that moment, I asked the silly question, “Dr. Chang, how can this thing fly without air intakes?” And his answer was the strangest I could have received: “What on earth would you want air nozzles for in space!” After spending 12 weeks familiarizing myself with the Super Cat’s manuals, we began testing by flying over the runway, then over the Pacific Ocean at low and high altitudes, always at night so that no one would see that 50-ton flying gold bar.
I spent the day of the most important test calmly in my cabin until the afternoon when they called me to put on the gold suit for the space test. There I was, posing for a photograph that I really didn’t want to take, on a track with the sunset in the background near the sea, a few steps from the Super Cat, ready to finally go out and test the plasma propulsion system invented by Dr. Franklin Chang Díaz. God, what a horrendous photo! It makes me look like an old woman in a carnival costume.
The Super Cat’s controls were incredibly responsive. Takeoff would be smooth; I just had to cruise it to 20,000 meters, the Raptor’s maximum altitude. From there, I would increase the plasma engine’s speed to reach 26,000 meters, the SR-71′s maximum altitude, and then gradually increase the plasma engine’s power to escape Earth’s gravity and launch into space. Frankly, I never thought that “Cat” had the claws to take me so far, but the first speed test in space at a quarter of its power allowed me to orbit the Earth and the Moon in just one hour.
It was insane. In fact, I could hear Dr. Chang yelling at me over the intercom for moving up the lunar orbit test and completing the entire journey in one hour, weeks ahead of schedule. But I was already out there alone, piloting the Super Cat. Who the hell could stop me? Back on the ground, everyone was celebrating when I returned with the Super Cat. By then, Dr. Chang’s anger had subsided, and he was also celebrating the feat. The next test would be flying to Mars—the ultimate test for which that engine was built.
