Snippet #1465117

Lt. Mackenzie Hawkins removed her helmet as she set foot on the bustling flight deck, holding it by the chin strap as she ruffled her brown hair, trying her best to fix the inevitable helmet-hair she had obtained. She had gradually grown accustomed to spending long periods of time flying for the past little while, but it was still nice to finally get out of the cramped cockpit of the Angel. The return of standard CAP would be a welcome change of pace for everyone she was sure.

"Damn, does it feel great knowing that we can take a break or what?" Joker said, completing his statement with a yawn as he sidled up beside Hawkins. "You know the first thing I'm gonna do? Take a nice, long shower."

"Yeah. God knows you need one, Joker," Mackenzie laughed, wrinkling her nose with mock disgust.

"Shut up, you," the other pilot laughed as well, though he raised his arm and sniffed at his armpit. "Whew," he said pinching his nose. "I do, actually."

"Classy."

"Aren't I always?" Joker grinned. "Anyways, I'm gonna go check out a flight roster and then take that much needed shower. See you later," he said, jogging down the flight deck.

She gave a little wave before concealing a large yawn with her hand. She'd heard yawns were contagious, but she always seemed to catch Joker's without fail.

"Blades, I hope you’re adjusting well to being out of the lap of luxury," said Lt. Commander Aiden "Roamer" Morrow as he approached, a mocking smirk visibly tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I mean, I know that we’re not your plush and comfortable flagship, but at least now you get a chance to see how real pilots fly.”

"Ha-ha. Keep talkin', Roamer," Hawkins grinned back as Aiden glanced through a flight roster, though she was slightly embarrassed that her jaw-cracking yawn had been witnessed. "Just because I served as a personnel shuttle pilot doesn't mean I still can't whoop the ass of every other pilot here. And that might just include yours," she added playfully.

Despite being her superior, Mackenzie often found herself exchanging sarcastic banter with Morrow, whose naturally laid back and calm personality made him comfortable to be around and talk with -- maybe a bit too comfortable sometimes, as she had occasionally been reprimanded for her informality, but she'd always had trouble with commanding authority anyways.