I’ve memorized every model of starfighter ever built. I can calculate hyperspace jumps in my head. I’ve trained in simulators since I was nine. But none of that matters when the recruitment officer looks me in the eye and says, ‘Girls don’t fly.’ My father did. His name still hangs on the Wall of Honor. So why am I forbidden from following him into the stars? The law says no. But the sky doesn’t know my gender. And tonight, I’m stealing a ship to prove it.