Giving a slight bow back Ben shealthed his knife near his ankle once again and briskly saluted Alvin, following his old friend to the Social Credit, he had acouple minor bruises and cuts, but nothing that wouldn't go away in a day or so. Tearing the ruined sleeve of his uniform off since it would merely get in the way of his piloting he climbed aboard. Heading towards the Pilot's chair with practiced motions he began preparing for takeoff.
His right hand pulled on a headset with a microphone, positioning it he spoke in a calm manner, almost as if the fight never happened.
"Control this is CPW Social Credit, requesting permission to depart to Volgograd, Over." He spoke calmly, waiting for a response from Docking Control. The Applicant was skilled, if he survived the paperwork and basic training he would be a valued member of the Fighter Corps...But time will tell.