Alvarez walked around the broad table that had no chairs around it. Katz had liked to stand while he worked, it bred a mentality that there was no time for relaxation, and thus time wasting. Alvarez approved of that thinking.
He eyed the recruit from head to toe, he'd seen many in his time as a senior instructor of the Gunboat wing. He'd seen the cocky, the arrogant, and the fool hearty on his flight deck, and he knew how to spot them.
"You were the idiota that fell for a Red Hessian joke, and then flew through the outer defenses of Omega-52 in a CSV, ignoring the Kurt-Eisner's demands for you to stop. I remember you, esse, and I am left wondering, do you have big balls, or is it that you were dropped a few times by the good doctors that birthed you? I mean, it is okay, baby football is, after all, common place in Alliance hospitals, it seems. There are a lot of damaged pilots out there..."
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