Keller was handling some paperwork aboard the Moselle as he heard the uproar that was caused by a landing. A landing that looked more like a person throwing a brick into a very thick wall. The noise from the engineers that ran past his office to get to the Flight Deck made it seem like an invasion force.
"What the hell are they doing with those damned ships, can't they even land them properly anymore?" Keller thought to himself.
He rushed out of his office with aggravated footsteps to see what was going on. Just as he was nearing the Hangars, he stumbled upon Franck in the hallway. She seemed a bit shaken up and didn't notice him right away. The ship that crash landed was no doubt her own. She was heading in another direction, towards the pilot quarters no doubt, her back turned to him.
"FRANCK, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT WRAITH? IS THAT HOW YOU LAND A DAMNED SHIP IN THE RHEINWEHR? I CAN'T EVEN DO MY DAMN PAPERWORK IN PIECE ANYMORE SINCE YOU LOOK INTENT ON BLOWING UP THIS WHOLE GOD DAMN BASE! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" he yelled furiously.
