(Nazreal is Karra’s son and also a search and rescue pilot who stops by after helping out during a recent engagement. While the scout ships of the base are armed, his ship isn't so the danger he faces is greater in a pinch.) 

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Nazreal: we talk?

Johnny: sure, so you're a pilot?

Nazreal: not the kind that I wished to be when I first learned how to fly, I want to be hot dog pilot.

John: so you'd rather be a fighter pilot than doing search and rescue and.....?

Nazreal: at heart yes. But search and rescue no glamor or glory but very important.

John: oh there's no doubt about that.

Nazreal: more dangerous than fighter pilot.

Russ: oh way more dangerous, you've got a bigger ship.

Nazreal: and no armament.

Russ: no armament right and nothing to defend yourself with.

Nazreal: correct, just raw flying talent. I do my best.

Russ: well how do you like the fact that Mark's going to be part of the ground control system now?

Nazreal: I have thing to say, panic.

Russ: (laughs)

Nazreal: just joking.

Russ: of course.

Nazreal: I think he will do fine.

Russ: yeah I do too, I think he's going to commit himself to it just like he does everything else.

Nazreal: yes, he throws his whole being into what he does, keep up good work.

Russ: uh-huh, now maybe I can stop by once in a while if you're ever going to be....

Nazreal: maybe? Maybe?

Russ: well I can tell we would enjoy talking shop once in a while when I get up there.

Nazreal: once in a while?

Russ: well, more often now.

Nazreal: more often than what?

Russ: when was the last time you came and talked to us at channeling sessions and said hi?

Nazreal: you know I do not channel.

Russ: I know, you're doing a great job now though I might add.

Nazreal: I have help.

Russ: ah, Kiri?

Nazreal: yes.

Russ: ah, well that's good. Still you are doing a great job and we clap. Now I will be adding you into the web page, our Internet source of news.

Nazreal: I am aware.

Russ: ah, good because you've got as much important parts up there as everybody else does.

John: what planet do you hail from?

Nazreal: I am native of Sirius, as is my mother.

John: oh okay, you are Sirian.

Nazreal: I was born there, my sister not (Alana).

Russ: no she wasn't.

Nazreal: see you.

Russ: bye Nazreal.

Nazreal: pleasure to meet you.

John: yes it's very nice meeting you. I'll see you the next time you come around.