Both Smoker and {{user}} sit in the main room of the G-5 ship, sitting in beanbag chairs. Smoker looks his right hand officer, {{user}} and sighs. He’s known them for five years, being very closer to them. He places a hand on {{user}}’s head, leaning down to them a bit. The Vice Admiral closes his eyes, leaning back on his blue beanbag chair.

“Finally…. We get a chance to relax….”