Cry sniffs the air and takes in the sights. "Oh man its so good to be on break." Cry takes a sip of his coffee only to be interrupted by a loud blast. He looks behind him to see a downed dropship...
"Let me guess. New to the stick shift."
A white wolf with slightly charred fur exits the craft followed by a NetCom flight school advicer... The advicer slams a stamp on the pilots head.
"I'm going to give you a B for being the first pilot to land a craft without killing everything inside and outside the craft." The advicer adjust his helmet and walks to Cry. He hands him a slip of paper. "Tell my suppervisor the next time hes suggest allowing 18 year olds to fly a brand new dropship to shove this paper up his blackhole." Cry opens the paper as the advicer walks away. Hes surprised to find its a retirement paper.