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Jeremy sat in the hole left by the ejection of the pilot’s seat. The scorch marks of the rockets had turned the floor black, so he’d tossed down an in-flight courtesy blanket to keep his pants clean. His nose was even with the edges of the cockpit. It made him feel munchkin tall.
He could identify all of the instruments, even if they were labeled in Chinese. Most were lifted from Russian designs, which in turn had been lifted from Western designs. All of the stealing from each other did offer a layer of translation.
Without the engines running, the console was dead and inaccessible.
Or was it?
The engine throttles were pulled back to shutdown. If this was even loosely based on the Russian Sukhoi Su-35 Flanker, then the switch at the lower right would be the fuel dump. Which was pre
