Character: Victor Diallo

- I have glitches, or me on the bridge was a hot-shot pilot "the Jackal"?
- Yes here, decided to see how you live.
- And to what do I owe this pleasant visit?
Yeah just looked, CROC.
- I do not believe. You are exploring for the eight-class pilots who do not want to light up yourself.
- I'm on a mission.
- I knew it. Let me guess. Operation "What the hell is the Admiral forgot on Board", right?
- Actually, I didn't know that the Admiral here. I only saw that captain Alden a-half Stratcom missed your luxurious Breakfast for the meeting. Something is afoot.
- Why you?
The die is stretched.
Sure! This is your squadron: they look up at you.
Only if they sit and I stand. So you can't tell me, and I can't repeat it?
- This morning captain Alden showed me this data from the spectroscope deep scan. The size is impressive.
- Your mother!.
- 300 meters in length and 50 in width. The hefty ship. Parking problems will not be gathered.
I don't like it. If the Lord God would like to see the fleet on Earth, he would have made the sky brown. Pedestrians of the pilots suck.
- Yeah, about the sky still has not fought. Let the "Nemesis" and flies like iron, but I'm his lady love.
- I think they will cancel the celebration of fleet week?
- Because of the blurry picture? Doubtful. Since the Loch ness monster people have changed. Besides, it's a matter of pride and ambition.
- Like, "the show must go on". I wish we were on patrol.
- I agree, but the affidavit'll deny it.
- I'll pass.
- Don't forget I run all the local gateways. Someone might "accidentally" be left out and the plasma vortices - harsh thing.
- I'm Salter unleashed.
Yeah. "Nuclear argument" with a tail.
- Thanks for the info CROC.
- Not for that. To look more often.