"Wrong." he simply stated, grabbing his pistol and shot her in the right shoulder, a spray of blood seemed to blossom from her wound, shaking his head he sighs deeply.
"Obviously our own Pilot is the most dangerous one out there, Corsairs lack fine skill while the Outcasts are too doped up on Cardamine to think in clear concise terms, combined with our superior technology and our will to fight you have a dangerous foe for any one on the field who is against him or her, remember your pretty face won't save your sorry soul from me." he stated before relaxing himself.
"Now, for the pretty boy, your on patrol within Omega-52, you see a civilian vessel hauling H-Fuel through our home system, how do you react?" he asked calmly, almost as if he never shot the female applicant in the first place.
