Meet Launchpad McQuack. Evaluate every pilot to be found across a thousand milleu and for anything in the air, he may be the aviator supreme. If it's designed to move through the sky, he can get it moving within seconds after no more than a casual glance at the controls. Two minutes at the helm will have the plane (or anything else) doing tricks barely possible within the design specifications: five and he'll be exceeding them. There is nothing which can keep up with him in the atmosphere -- or, should he get his hands on the proper vehicle, in space.
His work-for-hire rate is thirty cents per hour.
He likes to leave his employers something to buy the replacement plane with.
Because Launchpad McQuack is the greatest pilot in the air -- but he never quite figured out how to get anything safely back onto the ground again...
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Look across the universes and you'll find his spiritual cousins, generally by following the trail of wreckage. They may be good at getting their vehicles going, whatever those happen to be. They might be experts at steering, maintenance, and possibly even invention. But they can't stop -- at least, not without something else stopping them. Some have a distinct hole in their skill set. Others are jinxed. Every one is on a permanent ban list for every insurance company which might ever exist.
Virtually nothing short of complete economic collapse can bankrupt Scrooge McDuck. But having Launchpad as his personal pilot is giving the money bin swimming pool a shallow end...