The military is probably not great for disability inclusion. Not for field work anyway. I mean, battleships don’t have accessibility ramps, and the control panel of a Blackhawk probably doesn’t have braille anywhere on it, and there’s no spot in a submarine next to the sonar station for an ASL Interpreter. (Cause the sonar guy is deaf, see… and the ASL guy has to listen to the returns and sign “PING” cause that was an even dumber example than braille in a gunship*.) They’ve got really specific ways of doing things because if you tell a bunch of 18 year olds to put away the explodey things, you want to be pretty sure they did it right. That almost definitely means they don’t have a lot of accommodations for one-legged pilots. It’s probably totally possible to pilot most helicopters with one leg, but that doesn’t mean the military wants to add that complication when a bunch soldiers’ lives and a $10 million Blackhawk is at stake. So, Peggy assumes that her career as a pilot are over. At least flying for the Air Force. And she actually is right. But not for the reasons she thinks.
Maxima obviously has other ideas. And if anyone tells Max that a one-legged pilot shouldn’t be allowed to fly an Osprey, Max is just like, “Come at me, bro.”
*I originally mistyped gunship as bunship and I almost left it because the idea of bunnies piloting an Apache and fluffy bunny paratroopers amuses me.
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Dabbler went somewhere tropical, in a very small bikini. As you might guess, it doesn’t stay on for long, which of course, you can see over at Patreon. Also she has an incident with “lotion,” and there’s a bonus comic page as well.
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