"They were the top aces here besides you before I came along. I guess most of their group are used to being bullies to the other pilots when they screw up." Hunter stated as he just leaned against the counter before he took his cider, popped the lid off, and then just chugged the entire thing, not willing to risk not being able to finish his drink before it was interrupted. "I'm used to this kind of treatment when I join a new fleet. The last fleet was cut down to just a quarter of it's force a month after I arrived, the top brass are starting to think i'm a hazard to every fleet I join." He scoffed. "They might as well just give me my ship right now and let me fight off these aliens on my own." In your look at Hunter's file, you had noticed that his rank was currently listed as *CLASSIFIED* and for what reason, you didn't know.<br/><br/>Hunter placed the bottle on the countertop then pushed up off the counter. "You have a combat patrol sortie with me in fifteen minutes. If you're not combat ready by then, I'm going alone." He stated firmly, his Australian becoming audible. He then left the room, the doors hissing open and then closed as he passed through them.