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The previous battle was quite hectic out there. The only upside was his involvement was minimal. Not that he could say he honestly cared about avoiding battle. After he was a soldier and chose the soldier's life, he knew the risks he would face. Though he won't look a gift horse in the mouth, and will count his blessings over not seeing much action. After Kal contacted him, Vance responded with a, "Thanks for the help!" He went to a repair station after Kal kept more of the LVs at bay. It was no sooner than he was escorted by other pilots back to the bay. With the Metargo's amphibious assault put at bay, he was placed on standby for further orders. Vance sat outside the Praetorian taking the time to have some rest. He kept a bottle of water to drink as he wiped the sweat off his brow.

He was bit of a nervous wreck. Surviving that battle out there, he could have been killed at anytime. His performance wasn't exactly professional, his mech suffered quite a bit of external damage. Not to mention his style of combat was more...impulsive than strategic. Not very well thought out, but Vance was pretty good about acting in the moment. He had the instinct of a soldier at least. That was enough today but if he faced a more skilled opponent...well he might not be sitting in the bay right now. The Field Marshal voice sounded over the bay. He actually praised Vance, wow he felt like a celebrity. Never thought he would be a war hero so soon! Though he may be getting ahead of himself.

Though being an Ace Pilot sounded good. Mech Ace Pilot Laurence Keenan Vance, yeah niiiice. Vance thought to himself as he gave a cocksure smile. It was then a group of Benjlakk Soldiers appeared. "Private First Class Vance!" One of them spoke. Vance quickly stirred and launched to his feet and saluted. "Yes sir!" Vance spoke hoping he wasn't in trouble. "At ease." The soldier spoke. Vance deflated as the man spoke, "We are your escort sir." "If you will please follow us to the transport where we will take you to the Seraphim." He spoke. Vance was confused, "If I may ask a question?" Vance asked. "Yes?" The soldier responded. "Why am I going to the Seraphim?" Vance asked. "Why?" "Because Field Marsahl Constantini has transferred you to the Seraphim, sir!" He answered. Vance was stunned.

He's heard of the Seraphim, quite the renown naval vessel. He didn't think he would be working for Captain Mckenzie. Vance nodded and followed the escort. They brought him to the transport which Vance docked and departed. A couple of ships kept pace with the transport as they came upon the Seraphim. Vance looked at the battleship and was more than a little anxious. He didn't think a transfer would come this soon. He was then brought aboard as he walked upon the deck of the Seraphim. It is quite the impressive ship. He just wondered why he was wanted in the first place?