"I've actually been reassigned. The Omen just got a fresh set of pilots so they're at maximum capacity. Rather than cutting off recruitment, it was agreed that the Knights would move here. There's plenty of room on the Pioneer." Kaz had mixed feelings about the move, in all honesty, though he would not convey those hesitations to Cara, or to anyone else. It had nothing to do with the ship itself, or anyone on board, merely that he was a combat pilot, through and through. Getting a babysitting assignment felt like the beginning of retirement. Was the squadron moved to act as a permanent escort to the colony ship, or were they being shoved in the corner to be forgotten when a situation does arise.<br/><br/>The arrival of the tram knocked Kaz from his thoughts, bringing him back to the present. He realized only then that Cara had been talking while he daydreamed, causing a bit of guilt to form in his stomach.<br/><br/>".... which is completely incorrect, but i'm not allowed to argue with my teachers even when I know for a fact that they are wrong. I mean how hard is it to understand? The mechanics and the math are already there. It's just a simple matter of adjusting nitrogen levels and using a different catalyst. You'd think they'd have seen this already." Cara's intelligence was incredible. Incredibly pretty, Cara had her fair share of short-lived relationships, but no one stuck around for very long. Either she made them feel stupid, or she felt held back. She was smart enough never to get physically involved, which gave Kaz many reasons to feel gratitude. "But anyway, here's our stop."<br/><br/>Kaz and Cara both stepped off the tram and onto the platform. It was a short walk to the elevator, where another young woman was already waiting. "Alright, I have a function to attend, but do me a favor. Will you make something good for dinner tonight? It's been a long time since I had anything that wasn't made in a 10-gallon pot and seasoned with air." The food on the military ships was meant to be sustaining and lacked any focus in the spice department. Only the officers received custom meals on the Omen. The pilot had been excited for the food on the Pioneer, which made the transfer slightly more bearable.<br/><br/>"Sure! I haven't had anyone to cook for in a while. It'll be fun! I'll see you later."<br/><br/>After a brief hug, Cara disappeared into the crowd, her auburn hair visible only for a few seconds before she entered the promenade, mixing with other pedestrians who were ready to spend their hard-earned money. Kaz turned back to the elevator just before the doors slid open, then entered, along with the woman with the dark red hair. He smiled slightly, politely, then spoke the floor number he desired. It wasn't a short ride, so Kaz decided to break up the silence a bit with some small talk.<br/><br/>"Is it always a beautiful day on the Pioneer, or are there cloudy days too?"