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Ryn
<Daedalus Central Hangar Bay>
Connor watched the arrival of the admiral and shook his head, covered his smirking mouth with a hand. The man couldn't even land properly.
"We--eelll, he's Navy. Probably thinks he's still at sea." A familiar voice next to him drawled. It was his longtime best friend and wingman, lieutenant Frank Garner.
Connor chuckled with him. "Yeah. With a gale force seven or somethin'." It was funny to watch the man's struggle for control of his aircraft, minute though it was.
Catching Caldwell's frown at them, they both quickly schooled their faces back to neutral whilst the Admiral finished the landing procedure and exited the 302.
"Showtime, bud," Frank hissed, as MacGregor walked up to Caldwell to shake hands.
"Do I really have to." Connor complained, not really looking forward to it.
"It's your job, Connor. You're CAG."
"Guess so."
They both knew Connor loved his job, but he hated all the other, brass-related stuff that came with it. Flying was what Connor loved best, air battles were like ballet when he was in charge of them.
"Come on. Let's get this over with. We'll be back up there before you know it." He felt a gentle nudge from Frank on his shoulder, pushing him toward the other man.
They saw Major Pena chat with the Admiral first, and Connor was glad for that timely interruption.
"Okay, fine." He muttered at Frank, stood up from his chair and marched over to the Admiral, putting on his best diplomatic face and attitude. Garner could tell it wasn't really genuine though. Connor really, really hated this part of the job.
"Admiral MacGregor, sir," Connor said, standing behind the man. "Welcome aboard." He waited to shake hands.
Lt Col Connor Mason -- Lt Frank Garner
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