Friendly airspace
A pair of fighters were circling around in a lazy circle above the HQ. The pilot of one of them was squeezing his free hand into a fist, then releasing the pressure, and vacillating between the two in agitated boredom. More than anything, he would have loved a good alcoholic beverage with an obligatory cigarette immediately afterwards, but he was on duty and he knew that it wasn't a good idea to report to your new CO "catching the wind more than most." The young fighter pilot in question was Nepsleslian, denoting his need for such substances. His name was Santo Hei Henry "Doc" Holiday, and he was in a boat-load of red tape. He and his wingman had been approaching their newly appointed post when the over-excited ground controller held them up. Doc could already tell that the Yammie kid on the other end was probably holding them up due to their accents, or rather his own. His southern gentleman accent did him no credit anywhere, it seemed. "Santo Hei Henry Holliday, 18, male, serial number 830486." Apparently satisfied with the information sent down to her, the kid's superior gave them the green light to land. Holliday didn't bother consulting his companion when he suddenly went into a fairly sharp descent towards the landing bay of the YSS Ryujo, their new post. He knew that his wingman would follow him closely enough.
YSS Ryujo
Doc Holliday landed quickly, but safely enough that he wouldn't be criticized for being overly aggressive or reckless. He waited for his wingman to land, taking off his helmet and tucking it under his arm. While he waited, he looked around the hanger. The ship design was impressive. The ship obviously had high speed and low drag in mind, but it didn't seem to be sacrificing anything for that goal. In other words, when the Ryujo needed to be somewhere, it would be there quickly and be able to mess someone up pretty good. The carrier they were dispatched from would be cross-eyed while this new ship spun circles around her. Of course, Henry was no expert on the subject of this ship, or capital ships in general. However, you'd have to be a damn fool not to recognize the obvious.
"So then, the Yamataian Navy. Well, it could be worse. You could be mercing for the Freespacers." The dentist chuckled at the thought. Well, regardless, he checked himself and made sure that he was presentable for his new post. He noticed the welcoming party, but he decided to keep to himself until his colleague landed.