When Garrett and Hal first arrived aboard the HMS Pegasus, their first stop was, of course, the plane hangar of the ship. They wanted to get a close look of their new aircraft, the "Bronze Albatross". It was large, yet also aerodynamically speedy. The only weapons installed at the moment were the machine-guns on the wings. Although, the list given to them outlined much more equipment that their plane could bring into battle. Garrett looked around while Hal hopped into the Albatross. All around them, other pilots were checking and making adjustments to their planes. The hangar appeared to be able to carry a small group of three planes. The amount was nowhere near that of the squadrons on the HMS Orca, but Garrett never did trust in numbers winning a fight.

"Garrett! The manual didn't lie. This thing has far more controls than our previous fighters." He said. Garrett simply chuckled. "Then we better start memorizing then." He said. Hal climbed out of the aircraft and took another look at it. "The Royal Navy isn't keen on funding plane manufacturing just yet. Part of the reason our jobs were created was to prove their effectiveness. Are we really up to the task...?" Hal thought out loud. Garrett simply replied with a strong pat on the back of his head. "If you keep thinking like that, we won't be. It's not our responsibility to make planes look good. Our responsibility is to The Crown. All we have to do is to do our jobs the best we can. If planes really aren't as useful as airships, then there's nothing we can do to change that. If they are, then we'll show them in a good light from simply doing what we were told to do." He explained, trying to ease his co-pilot's anxiety.

Hal nodded. "I suppose you're right." He said. "Of course I am! Now come on, we better report to the Captain of the ship before he has a fit." Garrett replied, walking towards the ladder at the end of the hangar.

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Upon emerging onto the deck of the ship, The two pilots were immediately greeted with the London smog. "The high-altitude suits would be of use on ground-level with this sort of air..." Hal exclaimed. "Just wait till we're in the air. One of the best parts of flying is that the smoke can't reach you." He replied.

They managed to spot a formally dressed man at the helm of the ship. He appeared to be conversing with a purple-haired female. They assumed he was the captain. Climbing up to the helm, the two saluted at the man. "Are you Captain Lorraine?" Garrett asked. "Fighter Pilots Garrett Ulman and Hal Carson reporting for duty, sir." He continued. Whether it was really the captain or not, it would be wise to show respect to the crew of the vessel. After all, they barely knew any of them, and it would be wise to give a good impression.