Commissar-Major Stroganov. Your propoganda mission was excellent. When you return to Zvezdney Gorodok, a round of drinks on me.
Now. Soldiers of the Coalition. I have an announcemenr. For showing some measure of competance in the field during his mission, and for never wavering, Jordan Nowell. You are no longer a part of the Militisya. You may drop the MIL prefix from your tranaponder and may be assigned an Insurgent Very Heavy Fighter and a Revolution bomber if His Watchful Eye doesn't intervene.
Congratulations, Lieutenant Nowell. Captain Villers will deliver your less-bloodstained hand-me-down flightsuit and rank insignia within the hour. And, avoid staring at her ass. Her bite is as bad as her bark.
The rest of you Militisya Pilots.
Brush up on your Survival Guides for Idiots and your JiangXi 101 booklets.