Aren looked around; the hangar was completely deserted. "Huh," he said in surprise, "They ditched me. I can't believe they ditched me." All of a sudden, in spite of the fact that he was the same age as the beautiful young women in the division, he felt old. They certainly didn't see him as a sexual being; he was nothing more than their CO, regardless of whether he wanted to be more or not.<br/><br/>"Fuck!" he shouted, kicking a nearby armor plate and sending it skittering across the floor of the hanger, where it crashed into a pile of debris. "Nice to know I'm something more than just a boss to these people." Frustrated, he walked back in the direction of his room, needing time to cool down. Mhegan, Jal, Shiz, Kiera, they all saw him as Captain Tobak first, and Aren the guy second. He wanted, just once, for them to see him as something else, something they wanted to be friends with; maybe even something they just wanted. As he walked down the hall towards his room, he absentmindedly banged the wall, and the various quarters doors, with his fist. His shoulders were slumped, his head was down; it was times like this he wished he could be just another pilot.