Kirkwall 819AS

[RmJ]

~Two exhausted pilots from the primary fleet come in. After a lengthy patrol in the Gallia Territory between the Council controlled zone and the GRN control zone both were thirsty for a good drink. Ray pilots the LongArms Very Heavy Fighter he chooses to sit by his favorite spot where his friends are relaxing. Majority of them are girls and he prefers to hang out with them as he finds male bonding disturbing outside the combat field. His wingman Noland Grey Pilots the bomber Valravn and he proceeds to stand by the counter ordering drinks~



Karen: Hey theres a face I haven't seen all day!
Ray: Well it's been a day to try not to be seen! Aha...How are you ladies?
Karen and Emma : We're good just working the usual.
Ray: Yeah? The Usual being?
Emma: Well we can't just mooch off from the Military aha we have to do our fair share. Today we got to run the offices. You know handle top secret papers!
Ray: Aha basically you put the mail in the right slot! *Laughs*
Karen: *punches Ray* Aha don't be a jerk we work hard.
Ray: I don't doubt it. What does a pilot around here gotta do to get some food?
Waiter: Sir, what will you have?
Ray: Burger...and fries...and a soda...
Emma: Soda?
Ray: I can't drink...I'm on call.
Waiter: I'll have it ready in a moment.
Ray: Thank you....
Emma: So tell us about your mission today!
Karen: Did you run into any bad guys?
Ray: Bad guys? Listen you girls they're not "BAD" guys they are guys who will be beaten BAD'ly. Ahaahaha!

Noland strolls up with a few beers.

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