[ heโs doing a few laps around the flightline, picking up little pieces of garbage as he does. ]
[ got a bit bored of sitting in the office, it seems. ]
some fucker keeps kicking me off the gym at the hangar.
if you see this, and I know you will because thereโs only SO MANY PEOPLE HERE.
your days are NUMBERED. PAL.
[ heโs been sat in the office for almostโ what? he came in at eightโ itโs oneโ five hours? yeah. the past five hours doing nothing but playing on his phone. ]
[ itโs an incredibly slow work day, it would seem. ]
โ to work!โ he replies, his tone light and a smile on his lips, โand I hate to say but Iโm just a mechanicโ Iโm not sure where the pilots are atโฆ you uhโ you need them for something?โ
heโs sat in the cockpit, very subtly bobbing to the beat of the music while he scrolls through his paperwork.
heโd only look up from the data pad upon hearing the visitor chime in over the music, turning his music down when he finally did.
โwhaaaat-? it helps me get amped upโ
walking into his hanger , loudly whistling to let him know someone is there.
โ for a pelican pilot , this isnโt a song id imagine he listen to!โ
shouted over the blaring speaker .
โ strictly non-combative role at the 909thโs headquarters on pathfinder v while being monitored closely to watch for any signs of further deterioration.
โ of the events leading up to and immediately proceeding the defense of super earth.
as he continued to recover, this gap in his memory never got any better but it never seemed to worsen either. heโd be partially cleared to return to duty in mid-febuary of 2186 albeit in a โ