The Fighter Corp's banner hung proudly from the ceiling of one of Zvezdny Gorodok's hangers, fluttering from a soft breeze being blown by the ventilation ducts nearby, sharing it's cargo of live-sustaining oxygen with the work crews that laboured below. The Hanger itself was abuzz with activity, this particular one housed a full wing of Insurgents, several of them having been scarred in battle against the many foes of the Coalition.
Engineers darted from cradle to cradle, always on the move to restore these vital ships to full combat capacity so that they could continue to be a useful tool to the Fighter Corps. Their orange uniforms seeming as dots scurrying around like insects from the view of the observation port high above where a figure waited with his arms crossed behind him. He sighed as the hanger alarm blared, signalling the approach of an incoming vessel to the hanger-bay, that would be the Molly representative he was waiting for, as the engineers left the floor and into the airlock the Hanger de-pressurized and admitted a single Fighter, Odin-Class from the looks of it, into a Docking Cradle, the pilot would easily be able to climb out and from there get to the hanger upon re-pressurization of the hanger.
As the doors closed behind the ship and it rested into the cradle Ben started to walk towards the Command Bunker.
Meanwhile life in the Hanger-Bay continued as engineers returned to their duties as well as the addition of a rather tall Marine in full body armour heading towards the newly landed fighter to escort the pilot through the rocky halls of Gorodok to the Command Bunker where Warner would be waiting.