There had been a briefing. Of course there had been a briefing. Lots of shiny new pilots to train. Not that the shiny new pilots saw themselves as shiny or new - no, they were professionals, they were experienced, they knew what they were doing.
Farzan'd find it endearing if he didn't want to strangle them.
As it is, he's going to go straight to the barracks and hit up the games, and go kill a dragon or...three...
The pilot frowns a little as he catches sight of one man. Unknown, which isn't unusual at this time of year, but it's certainly not usual, either. But there is something off about him.
Farzan steps out of the crowd into a doorway, and watches. The clothes are off, if you look, and the man looks familiar. Where has he seen him-
Oh.
(Maybe)
Farzan goes back into the crowd and makes his way up to the man (easy enough done when wearing a uniform with a gun, more than easy when he carries himself with that 'I am better than God' fighter-jock swagger).
"Benton, wasn't it?" Farzan says when close enough.
no subject
Farzan'd find it endearing if he didn't want to strangle them.
As it is, he's going to go straight to the barracks and hit up the games, and go kill a dragon or...three...
The pilot frowns a little as he catches sight of one man. Unknown, which isn't unusual at this time of year, but it's certainly not usual, either. But there is something off about him.
Farzan steps out of the crowd into a doorway, and watches. The clothes are off, if you look, and the man looks familiar. Where has he seen him-
Oh.
(Maybe)
Farzan goes back into the crowd and makes his way up to the man (easy enough done when wearing a uniform with a gun, more than easy when he carries himself with that 'I am better than God' fighter-jock swagger).
"Benton, wasn't it?" Farzan says when close enough.