<strong>"I can not say I speak from experience, the only times I think we have spoken has been out here and it has been a pleasure, but I know what it is like to have that demon gnawing at the back of your head. Are you fan of cigars? I have to tucked away back in my cockpit, tradition to smoke one when an acquittance takes on a high rank."</strong><br/>He shifted his tall figure and bent forward as if he was gonna share a long kept secret. His words vague on who he was celebrating for, someone aboard the ship or someone no one else knew but him.<br/><br/><strong>"Not quite yet, but I would hate to be careless and lose the case and lighter, a gift from a long-time friend. I think I will stay here for the entire duration and head straight to dinner. If it seems I am following you, it is because I am, I have no idea where the officer quarters truly are, I think I have been on the bridge once since my arrival." </strong><br/>The past few months he had his belongings and taken up residence in one of the empty petty officer dorms that were stationed near the ship that housed the pilots and engineers. It served multiple purposes, for one it made his troops gain his trust and respect if they saw him as a fellow solider and not a face ordering them from a bridge, not that he would skip on a chance to lead an aerial mission.