The Rest and Recovery room was filled with laughter and good cheer as Sharpie and Lung entered the room. The ocupents gave them no atention and continued. Lung Hoped ontop of a empty table near the door. "Listen up ladies and gentlemen, I would like you to meet. Lieutient Ryan Sharpie, The second best longsword pliot in the USNC, second only to my self." Sharpie broke out into laughter. Steven alwas came up with a new way to greet the occupents of their new crew. This was better then what he did on the Pegasis, dressing up in a baboon suit, with a hole in the suit cut over his ass, which he somehow managed to paint blue. He said he was selling kiss's, there hadnt been any takers. Steven continued. "Myself being Lieutient Steven Lung. I am sure you all have heard of my exployets in the vega system. Having 8 confirmed Serpha kills. In one battle mind you." Steven hoped down off the table A battle worn piliot stood up and strode over to Steven. "We don't like rookies on the Agimimnon. So why don't you pack your stuff and leave." He said standing only a few inchs from Stevens face. The R&R room was hushed. Waiting anxiously for someone to make a move. "Who you calling rookie? I have been in over 6 engagment Including Reach." Steven said looking sternly at the piliot with agression in his eyes. "So have I. That dosnt mean you can stride in here like some general. Who do you think you are?" "The best piliot in the USNC." He said pulling something from the inside of the flight suit. The piliot backed up fearing a weapon. Steven pulled out a bottle of Brandy. Holding it so the other piliot could examine it. "2025, A very, very good year." Steven said smiling. The other piliot laughed and slapped Steven on the shoulder. "Your not bad kid." The room resumed its contingent of discussion and good times. Steven sat down at the table he had been recently standing on. Ryan next to him. The other piliot sat across from them. Holding three shot glasses. Steven poured a generous amount into each one. "So how many engagments has this ship seen? I like to know what I'm getting onto before I die." " None yet fresh off the mercury ship belt. She's a relitivly new ship. First of the Zeggama Line. 3 1/2 MAC cannons and 3 dozen longsword fighters, a few dozen Archer missle pods and some other nice stuff that is classified." "Dam Sounds like this thing packs one hell of a punch. You all know are names, Whats yours. "Captin Charles Desamon. Sqaud leader of Longsword sqaudron beta." Steven and Ryan snaped a salute. "Sir we didn't know you were.." Ryan was cut off. "Ah hell son. Rank aint a matter in here. We all fly together, we all die together." "Hear hear." They said tosting the remainder of their Brandy "Now if you ladies will excuse me, I'm going to try my luck with the tall blond over there." Steven said pointing his glass towards a very atractive blond across the room. "God speed." Charles offerd a good luck salute. Steven grabed his chair, holding the burben and his glass. He strode across the room. "He got a hope?" Ryan asked. "Not in hell. She dosn't like fratnizing with other piliots." "Yea thats what they said about Lieutient Summers on the Peggasis." A fist exploded from the blond. Striking Steven across the face. He fell off his chair onto the floor. Ryan broke out laughing. Having to hide his face in the table. "She's also not into men." Charles said chuckling Steven walked back to the table like nothing was new. He had left his brandy over there, and was rubbing his sore jaw, but he looked like it had just went down as he planed. "So the Un turned down god as just been turned down?" Ryan said pounding the table. "Hey its not my fault. Who knew she was a lesbian?" "Everyone except you. She is also the flight commander." Steven held his head in shame. "So our first day on the new ship. You hit on the lesbian flight commander?" Ryan asked. "Who happens to throw a hell of a punch." Steven said rubbing his jaw "Any one know when the knew new fleet will finaly be ready?" Ryan asked changing the subject "Anywhare from a week to 6 months. But the rumours say that we got knew weapons. That will drive them back." "Yea,Yea we have all heard the rumours. Nucular mac cannons,Plasma weapons,Shields. If the convient atack now, or in a hour. The poor excuse for a defense fleet we have around Earth wont hold. Hell there are all ready 4 million convient soilders on the Earth." Steven interjected. "Eat drink and be marry for tomorrow we die." The sentimint was repeated around the table. The room emptied as time went on. Sharpie and Lung proceded to there sqaudrons quarters. 12 bunk beds caoticly placed acorss the room. Pin ups and foot ball posters filled the walls. The rest of the 58th "Mongoose" Were already in there. They seemed to be foucsed on a chess game.