As soon as the cockpit had popped open, a mushroom of smoke rose up making a small cloud of exhaust gas above the broken down Avenger. Whoever was inside still a mystery until, hoping himself over the side, dropping out from the cramp fighter finally, Kristian got out. Coughing slightly before straightening up, taking no time to scan the situation, but rather simply he put his hands behind the back stretching himself out before finally answering what he was asked. "I wish it was that cool of a story, but you can't say I had a rough time. Yeah, why else would I be here than to lend a hand."

On first glance the man looked like the kind of conditioned solider you only see in movies. Tall and well built, obviously physically fit.. blonde hair with a generic joke-to-the-side haircut guy wearing heavy black boots, boreal military camo pants and a black tank top with his cadet dog tags around the neck resting on his chest to show off.

Too impatient at the moment he couldn't help himself but glance over the mans shoulder, taking a good look at the four guards (which is at least what he saw them as) before switching his focus back onto the person that was standing between them, quickly moving onto his introduction as he took a more straight and disciplined stance, going in for a handshake. "Oh right, I'm Kristian by the way, ex-cadet Kristian Levan. Nice to meet you uh..?"

"Well at least I know that much. You told me before I got here I mean." The cadet remarked to the lieutenants comment regarding the admiral. As Cole started leading the way, Kristian followed about a couple of footsteps behind him.

"I'm not the first impression kind of guy, I prove myself differently. On the field I mean." Mumbling through a yawn as he stretched himself out once more along the way, he continued to look from left to right as they passed through the ship, taking note of anything interesting he saw along the way. It was his first time aboard a Dreadnought, so it was slightly amusing for him. "Excuse me for all the yawning and stretching, it might be a display of indiscipline, but living for months inside a cockpit gives you habits. I'd rather not force the body if I don't have to."

"Oh, and I can't really fly one of those.. " Kristian answered with the most careless tone you can imagine, pausing briefly before continuing through a smirk. "I can fight in it though, disassemble and reassemble it. I know every single flight critical part on it, and I know which ones I can live without, I know its advantages and disadvantages in combat, which turning maneuver would have me take the least damage while under heavy fire, and how many shots the powercore can handle per discharge using any of the weapons registered in the known armaments directory."

Kristian delayed his entrance for a couple of seconds, taking a deep breath to prepare himself for what was waiting ahead. Exhaling after another few short moments he finally walked himself in, taking a quick glance around the room, checking out which chairs were the nearest, before his attention locked onto the admiral. Giving a simple, short salute he said his greetings. "Well, good day. I'm here now." He took position standing in his full stature right across the admiral, hands behind his back keeping them straight. First impressions would say that the cadet never really experience how you should act at what was pretty much a job interview. But at least despite the fact the first thing grabbing his attention once he got into the room were the chairs, he didn't take a seat carelessly.

"Thank you, admiral..?" Noticing the subtle way she tried to move his attention to the fact, Kristian did for a moment think to himself that he maybe should try to act a bit more according to protocol. Taking his seat though, the cadet was already forced to realize that he messed up given the way he addressed her rank in a questioning tone. Instincts and the simple course of habit were already getting the better out of Kristian, though no sign of worry shown by him.

"It was more the organization of the whole place, there is really no standards when it comes to who gets in who keeps out, who advances and who keeps glued to their rank. All the brown nosing most cadets did to get themselves higher was getting on my nerves. And a lot of them knew that the higher ups were wrong when it came to a lot of things but, doesn't matter I've got a piece of cloth on my uniform saying all my opinions are invalid. Even though I probably have more field experience than half of their chair warming asses. I've been stuck at this position for two years just because I didn't agree with my commanders way of doing things. And I can write a twenty page essay, no a whole damn book trilogy with movie adaptations and complete reboots about everything thats wrong with West Point. I can make a whole legacy of books on just what was wrong with the layout of my last training operations execution plan!" Half way through his long speech Kristian was back at his feet, and it seems he didn't even notice. The room going quiet as he comes to a realization of what happened. Dropping back onto the chair, taking a really deep breath to calm himself, it took the cadet a few moments to actually get to his senses. Seems the subject really lights the flames within him.

"I apologize for this.. I just really, really have a huge grudge towards some people there. I don't mind discipline, I was a spec for Christ sakes! Silent operations, recon, infiltration. That all requires a lot of painful conditioning. I don't have a problem with following military protocol, I do have a problem with being ordered around by a bunch of monkeys." Once he was finally finished talking, clearing his throat a bit Kristian went completely silent, having a hard time to even face the admiral out of shame, which he actually hasn't felt probably in years.