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Lancer tuned back into the Angel overhead radio channel as he drifted in his ejection seat down to the tarmac below. It was a long, peaceful, drift downwards from where he ejected and that would take some time. So he would love to pass the time with some chatter before he hits the ground, calm himself down from what he went through.

[img]https://i.imgur.com/d8gossi.png[/img][color=f7941d] Lancer:[/color] "Howdy Angels. I'm floating down to Earth like the arc-en-ciel I was born to be. Good work out there folks, sorry for the mess, though."

Lancer sat leaned back to be as comfortably as he could while fastened to his chair, praying to anyone that could hear him way up above not to let him land sideways. Talking to those who were not out to get him was incentive enough to calm himself down, in reality, being able to know someone else was receiving him over comms without a black marker to line out what he says was the calming factor.