Three looks up to see a tall, wiry officer in his mid-forties walk in. He carries a Kusari Naval Forces fighter pilot helmet tucked under one arm. His insignia shows him to be from the Battleship Repulse.
Seeing Three looking, he holds the helmet up. "Souvenir for the Stormpike Group table." he says in passing.
Three grins. "Captain Buxton, sir, come and have a drink to celebrate our fine new Guard epaulettes."
"Ah, I see Beta Squadron has no shortage of time. You should bring yourselves up to the Kusari front more often. Plenty to do there." He winks.
"Last time we went that way, Two went missing. Any sign of him?"
Buxton looks a little concerned. "Really? Perhaps we need to inform search and rescue? I'll make a note.
"Anyway, if you will excuse me, I have some paperwork to finish up."
Buxton walks to the Stormpike table, hanging the helmet from a hook on the wall. He sits down and pulls out his datapad.
Three turns his attention back to where it should be. Lifting his glass he declares, "Here's to Stormpike! May they squish the Kusari...like...a squishy thing!"
