Eric stood at attention and listened to the Captain give her speech. She looked good enough, but Eric let that thought cool off in an instant. Protocol and all that would get in the way, and if she had someone else....well Eric didn't want that drama to be added to his already overfull folder of problems. He brought up his bag after the speech and ran through his combat inspection protocol in his head. Cerol militia wasn't too keen on following all of the necessary protocols and when he went to Fed boot, they were more concerned about combat scores and drills then the actual inspections. Eric was lucky enough to have kept tally on what he was supposed to do, and running through the mental checklist eased the pain that his head was having. Eric listened to his squadron leader call out to follow him, and Eric wasted no delay in hurrying away from the large mass of people. He felt that if he were to properly make his name known here, he would shut up and follow orders, of course this was followed by a chuckle and a small wonder as to what card games he could play to gather extra equipment amongst the jarheads and the other flyboys. His duffel bag rustled as he pushed past a group of jarheads and he heard one of them mutter something about "stick Jockeys". Eric waved the comment off and continued into the hangar.

[b]Hangar[/b]

Eric saw that his Squadron had their own private sector of the Vigilance and he was impressed by it. Even this hangar could fit the Cerol militia building inside of it, and hell probably half of the boots' airstrip. He sidled up to a locker and shoved his bag in there, giving it a definitive push to make sure it was all in there. He would have to come back after inspection and set up his locker properly, but for now it would have to make due. He traced the stencil that adorned his locker with his finger, admiring the small power hidden within that symbol. He casually touched his shoulder where his tattoo was and felt like a small fire was going on inside him. He looked around him and saw that the Squadron leader was waving to him. "[i]Shit, he probably knows everything by now and he is personally going to escort me off the ship....shit shit shit.[/i]" but when the wave was followed by a friendly greeting, Eric played it cool, hoping that he would be able to play along until after the ship took off. 

[b]"Delaney right? Looks like you're pretty fresh outta flight school. Scores look good enough though. You fly any combat missions yet?"[/b]

Eric grinned and shrugged. He dusted off one shoulder and put his boot on the bench in front of him, giving off a small cocky stance.

"Flew one against a small thing of bootleggers near Cerol, other then that I haven't done anything too much combat related...Sir..."

Eric wasn't lying there, he actually did fly a combat mission against bootleggers, although it was only in a small shakedown mission and there weren't any casualties....it had been a mostly boring experience, Eric watched as his Squad leader clasped the two pilots on the shoulder, the man looked intimidating, more of a brawler then a pilot, the girl was cute, a small looking thing with a nice smile and possibly smaller hopes of finding a good guy to lay around with Eric hoped. He smiled back at her and started walking towards where they would gather for inspection. Eric fixed up his jacket and cracked his knuckles. 

"Alright, lets get this over with so I can find a place to nap."

He flicked his head over to where Sarah was and gave her a wink. This trip was going to be a life changer, maybe even fun.