"Don't forget, until recently, we were wanted fugitives" Moira teased before returning back to her duties of feeding the entire ship.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>On the bridge of the ship, Jeremy looked over the itinery for the day, and his eyebrow raised when he saw that they were going to be rendouzing with the Arizona, along with other ships of Admiral Burnside's fleet. Checking the date, it was about time for the Meeting of the Captains that Amelia so enjoyed. Basically it was a Bitch fest about how there is never enough to go around. However, he knew there would be one person that would be happy to see the Arizona. "Chief Ginga, could you come here a moment?" Jeremy asked. When she approached, he didn't say anything, he merely highlighted the Time for the Arizona to be meeting with The Musashi, and others. Which was about three hours from now.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Lt. O'Hare was on final approach as the crew said their prayers, and made sure their health insurance were up to date. The arrestor Man gave O'Hare a very reluctant green light, and dove out of that as she burped the throttle. Yet, it would appear that she misjudge the amount of power she was using as the plane launched itself forward, and slammed into the Rail. Sparks flew. If there was air, then everyone would have heard the ear splitting shriek of metal nearing its breaking point. The Cosmo Tiger came to a stop with a deep thump as the Hanger's fire suppression systems came on line, and doused what it assumed was a fiery crash. The Rear Ramp closed as the chamber was pressurized. The Cockpit opened on the fighter as the occupant removed her helmet. from it a mountain of blond hair cascaded down the pilot's back. "See!? Landing isn't so hard." She said with a grin. The others simply stared at her in disbelief.