"Nice forgetin' shot, Shortsword!" I note the flaming wreckage of the Shikra plummeting towards the jungle with approval. I drop down to tree level and fly by the Kintharian troops on the beach with afterburners, hoping to piss them off. I then angle back towards base.
"As per tradition I'm inclined to buy my new squadmates drinks." I pause. "Only once we get Whiskey back. I might buy that crazy motherforgeter two!"