Dominic Watson landed the Templar on the hanger deck silently laughing to himself at the cowardly Communist that he just met. Once the Templar was safely landed he took off the helmet and climbed out of the ship.
His feet hit the deck and he stood up straight. He took a couple of steps then waited.
A few minutes later Dominic Watson say a blonde hair man walking up wearing a Bretonian Dress uniform, with the ranks of Lieutenant on them. "Sir." He said snapping a Salute.
"At ease, Ensign." The Lieutenant, who was Austin Goodmen, said lightly and with a smile on his face. "I see you took care of the old bird? Doesn't have any scratches on it does she?"
"No, sir. Are you the..Lieutenant that I was to replace, Sir?"
"Lieutenant Austin Goodmen, lad."
"Then yessir, she's all warm for you, no scratches either. Aside from the ones you placed on it."
Austin laughed. "Well then, Ensign. You are relieved of duty. I've seen the reports, you got quite a few ships downed under your wings, makes me wonder why you didn't join the active fleet."
"All due respect, sir. I'm just a desk jockey with a rather annoying past."
Dominic snapped another Salute, before dropping it and marching off to his prior station.
Austin looked over at the Ensign, "Quite the character." He said smiling, then turning and looking towards the Templar. "Time to take this bird out for a flight."
He climbed into the cockpit and placed the helmet on, turning the systems back online. "This is Lieutenant Goodmen, taking my Templar out for a spin or more. Call me if there's any trouble." He said into the microphone.
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