"Ricky. We had three other guys finish your mission. We predicted
you would lose a ship or two, so we made replicas. Half a dozen of
them. You owe those guys. Dismissed." the general replied.
Ricky saluted before walking off to his quarters. He tossed his bag
down and went to take a quick shower.
"It is pretty impressive, is it not?" Ricky asked sitting down on a
nearby couch. He grabbed a Pepsi, and then he took a few gulps as
he brought out his notebook and began planning his trip.
"Better than most." Ricky replied plotting out his next mission. He
started laughing as he remembered a joke. The joke was the air
force was known as Sky Police.
Ricky sighed once from his studies. They'd be returning to base in
an hour. Walking to the mini bar, he got a drink of wine and sat
next to a few of the other air force members.
Ricky strapped himself to a chair and the others did the same as
the ship slowly landed into main HQ. After a few minutes a green
light flickered and they unstrapped themselves.
"All Star Pilots, please leave your supplies and uniforms at the
front of the plane. All weapons will be cleaned, and have their
ammo refiiled. Any broken gadgets will be repaired, and your ships
will be cleaned. All pilots meet in the break room to plan your
next mission." a male voice said through the intercoms.
Ricky gathered his supplies and handed it to a lady at the front of
the plane before heading off to the break room.