Austin walked onto the flight deck of the Worcester, a Bretonian Dunkirk under the command of Fleet Admiral, Katie Kerr. He as walked carefully, and proudly across the flight deck. He past his Templar, one of the newest birds in the fleet.
"Officer on the deck!" Someone from across the flight deck shouted, the entire deck popped to attention. Austin stopped wondering if they were calling the room to attention for him. Then he realized the Fleet Admiral herself was walking by.
"As you were." She said calmly, she gave a slight nod to Austin. "Sub Lieutenant." She said walking away to the elevator to head to the bridge.
Austin only shook his head as the flight deck continued it's normal day-to-day operations. It was a good week, though the war broke out and the Kusari were in leeds, No one seemed to be shooting. At least not anymore, he hoped.
This entire month has been nothing but quiet, just the way he liked it.