<span style="color: #40BFFF">“New plane, new flying. But the fight’s not over yet, I saw that they were landing ground troops. How good are you at fighting on the ground?”</span>He asked before he turned to his mechanics and set them to work on immediate repairs. Then he tapped the side of his helmet.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“Get some dropships over here, I want to get boots on the ground, including me, pronto!”</span>Then he paused.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“I don’t care if you hate it when I go ground pounding, you know I’m the best asset we have, period. Remember, no one is allowed to be refused if they volunteer for a job, I’m no fucking exception.”</span>Another pause.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“I’m well aware, get them over here, and I don’t care if you have to open the hangars. Just get them over here, call back our squadrons to guard the openings and escort the dropships if you have to, just get it done.”</span>he stated before he swiped the side of his helmet with a finger.<br/><br/>Then he turned back to you.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“How good are you on the ground?”</span>he asked as he climbed up to his cockpit and pulled out a large rifle.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“We’ll have six dropships on the way, one of them is picking me up, and you can go along if you like.”</span>He said as he dropped back down to the flight deck and hefted the rifle up onto his shoulder.<span style="color: #40BFFF">“There’s a difference between you and the other chaos pilots, and mine. We are also trained ground pounders. We’re just as good as foot soldiers as we are in our valkyries, some of us specialize in one or the other. I specialize in both.”</span>He stated he waited.<br/><br/>It took maybe five minutes before a massive but sleek shape roared past, circled around and then settled into a hover before it’s engines rotated into VTOL and landing on the flight deck, the rear door-ramp opening onto the deck.<span style="color: #40FFFF">“You coming or not?”<br/></span>