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Somewhere below deck Daulton and Squirrel were hanging out at a bar for young students, the two boys laughed as Daulton retold the time he was on the carrier.

"Dude, I'm jealous, your on ship filled with chicks," Squirrel commented.

"Hey, I get a ton of tail down here," Daulton added.

"Hey~ Gale," some random girls walked by waving to Daulton as they exited the bar.

"See," Daulton pointed.

"So how did you get that shiner?" Squirrel asked pointing at the bandage on his head.

"I saved a girl from an exploding tank," Daulton told him.

"O.k... but by the way, what happened to, Foxtrot?" Squirrel asked about his leader's Mustang.

"Oh... well... I lost it," Daulton broke the news to him.

"What, it was your brother's plane, how can you lose it?" Squirrel questioned.

"I didn't sell it, or got jacked, some asshole in a suit repossessed it," Daulton told him.

"What! why?" Squirrel asked.

"Oh, something about me threatening to crack some skulls," Daulton recalled, "Now I have to do community service after stealing and wreaking a KEN III if I don't wanna face charges."

"So you've been here ever since," Squirrel spoke taking a sip from his glass.

"... Squirrel... I'm sorry," Daulton apologized.

"Sorry for what happened... breaking up the team... Getting John killed... It's my fault..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa stop right there Peter," Squirrel stopped him, "It's was accident."

"But if I just took my plane instead-."

"Then you would be the one buried in the dirt and John being the one that's depressed. We'll be in the same place we are now," Squirrel put it saying that nothing would've been different, "It was an accident, Peter."

"... You're not mad?"

"I was never mad at you, Peter, you're my friend," Squirrel told him.

"That... that's means a lot coming from you, Squirrel."

"What are friends for," Squirrel phrased, "Cheers."

"Cheers," Daulton responded both grabbing their glass and clanging them together.

Walking through the door Miho and her friends along with the Student Council came in seeing the two wingmen spending their time at the bar.

"There you two are," Saori called out with the group joining them.

"We've been looking for you," Yukari said.

"What do you guys need?" Daulton asked.

"We have an important business call for you," Anzu told him holding up a phone for him.

Daulton takes the phone from Anzu's hand then holds it up to his ear to hear Ami's voice on the other end.

"Mr. Daulton," Ami spoke clearly.

"Why the hell you calling me?" Daulton frankly asked.

"That's one way to talk to lady," Ami responded, "I have a proposition for you."

"I'm not sure Japan's age of consent laws don't reach this far out at sea," Daulton told.

"What? NO! I'm not talking about sex," Ami corrected.

"We both knew I was out of your league," Daulton remarked.

"Idiot," Ami said, "look, I have an offer for to get the charges on you drop," she told him.

"Really?"

"Yes, there's just two things you have to do."

"O.k, what's the first?"

"You have to come to this upcoming Sensha-Do assembly," Ami told him.

"Why?"

"Because, the Sensha-Do Federation, wants you to make a huge announcement planned in the future."

"They want me?" Daulton repeated making sure heard right.

"They're planning to hold a special get together with, Tankery and Dogfighting, and they thought a legend such as yourself would be a great way to deliver the announcement."

"Alright, what's the second thing?"

"They haven't say, you just have to do the assembly to know the second thing."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then you don't want to see your Mustang ever again."

"... Alright, I'll do it."

"Wonderful, see you then, oh and Daulton... dress nice."

"Suck my-," before Daulton could finish Ami hung up on him.

\Next Week/

It was the day of the Tankery assembly and all the teams in the Japanese Tankery League have come to gather for the next tournament.

"We got some good seats this year," Yukari commented settling down in her chair.

"I hope, Mr. Daulton, prepared for this," Hana mentions.

"Oh I woundn't worry about him," Saori gave her opinion however the lights dimmed, and everyone quiet down.

The logo of the Sensha-Do Federation appeared on the wall, a microphone stand could be seen, and soon Daulton walked up on stage. Except for the Ooarai Team, the girls were completely confused why Daulton was up on stage.

"What's, Mr. Daulton, doing on stage?" Assam asked.

"Don't have the slightest clue, but what a surprise," Darjeeling said.

Taking the mic from its stand Daulton tapped on it to make sure it was working, he then cleared his throat looking over the whole room filled with girls.

"First of all, no you're not imagining things, you're not tripping on acid, there is a boy standing on stage before you," Daulton started and the girls started to murmur confusingly amongst each other, "Before we get started my name is, Peter 'Gale' Daulton, I'm a former fighter pilot for the U.S. international dogfighting team, Overlord, and for you girls that still don't know who I am. I'm the asshole who stole the KEN III."

And with that the audience now knew who Daulton fully is.

"So why are you here?" one girl from Bellwall Academy asked standing amongst the crowd.

"Yeah, is Tankery becoming co-ed now?" added a girl from Blue Division High.

"..." Daulton stood their staring at the Blue Division student with a look of confusion written on his face, "... Are even wearing a bra under that shirt?" he frankly brought up.

The Blue Division student was completely flushed the moment Daulton mentioned her chest, and the girls burst in laughter as none would've asked them to their face, let alone in front of a giant crowd.

"I can see you from over here," Daulton continued and said girl sat back down covering her chest, "Jesus, what does mother say when she sees how you're dressed," he pressed on, "O.k I'm getting off topic. The reason I'm here is because the Sensha-do Federation and the International Dogfighting league wants to hold a special ceremony to celebrate the generations of upholding our respective war."

The girls were in disbelief, as they heard that they'll be soon be meeting all boy teams of fighter pilots.

"So wait!" one girl shouted out, "Is this like some prom, or something like that?" and with that the girls waited on the edge of their seats to hear Daulton's answe.

"... Yeah..." Daulton reluctantly answered and with that being said the Tankery girls were more than eager, "The event will be held at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii from next month," he explains.

"Oooohh... you hear that girls? we're gonna be mingling with some cute pilot boys in Hawaii," Saori cheered like she couldn't contain herself.

"Do you have any questions before I leave?" Daulton asked.

"What's your advise to help woo the guys?" Saori asked.

"... See you all there," Daulton dodged the questioned then throws the mic over his shoulders as he walked off stage.

With that the presentation was over and the all the Tankery teams filed out.

Waiting outside the Ooarai Team walked out with Daulton and finding Squirrel standing at a icecream-vendor.

"Sup buddy, how'd it go?" Squirrel asked.

"I went as well it could get," Yukari said with a shrugged shoulder.

"That's good enough for us," Squirrel said giving Yukari a high-five, "C'mon, Peter, high-five."

"Later, Squirrel," Daulton told him as he dials the numbers on his cell, "I did you're freak'n presentation, now tell me the second thing I need to do to get my brother's plane."

"So what should I wear when we get to Hawaii?" Saori asked.

"Just go for whatever feels right, I'm just thinking about the tropical flower over there," Hana said.

"You know there's stil sunken battleships resting just below or above the harbor there, I wanna go see," Yukari noted.

"WHAT!?" The girls suddenly jumped in fright hearing Daulton's outburst, "NO! SOMETHING ELSE! PLEASE... ! C'MON DON'T HANG UP! DON'T-," at that moment the call cut off and Daulton has grown completely frustrated, "F-f-ffffFFFFUUUUUUU!"

"Gale what's wrong?" Yukari asked.

"How fast can we get to the west coast?" Daulton questioned.

"Two days, why?" Miho answered, but wonders why he asked that.

Daulton paces back and forth a bit, but turns to them, "... I gotta get the gang back together," he told the, before heading off back to the carrier.