Van Leer lets out a sigh of relief, to finally be back at Salt Lake HQ after the strenuous journey, to finally get his favourite coffee. He still has no idea why that strange alien ship jumped him and his flagship all the way to the strange Omega system during the battle of Manhattan many days ago.
"Why the fuck would that thing jump us all the way there and just...leave? What plots are the aliens cooking up?"
-He murmurs under his beard as he blindly, lost in thought, moves towards the HQ's state-of-the-art coffee machine he was so looking forward to.
He realizes how much he missed Liberty, the mundate problems with training the new guys, the usual predictable hoodlums after the strenuous way back through unfriendly systems. Before he realizes where he's going he bumps into a messhall bench that was moved out of place and sees one of the newer recruits he so missed starting to wake up on it.
"You do know we provide you with sleeping quarters for this Recruit right?"
-He says in a very authoritative serious tone as he tries to hold back his smile, happy to be able to be back to his old ageing admiral's routine with the strike force newbies
