"Spooky One-Three-Seven", Raptor Mk. II
Spooky One-Three-Seven, Meleager, we have you on DRADIS, cleared for approach to our bay along fore approach path. Lift Three is currently a mechanical casualty, so please route to Lift Four. We will inform the Marines, the Skipper, and our Deck Chief to expect your 'presents'. Meleager, clear.
The pilot of the Raptor looks back to where the Marine Sergeant and the Fleet First Class are strapped in right next to their covered cargo. "Mast, Thompson, we should have you on the Meleager's Hangar deck in right at twenty. Thank you for flying Galactica Flight Testing Air." Her ECO shakes his head at her snark from his station in the back of the Raptor.
"Sharon, be nice; just because Picon HQ snagged us out of everyone around to make this delivery does not mean that 'everyone' in the Fleet knows how badly you bend the deck when you land. Granted, they did ask you not to 'stress-test' the payload, but-"
"Helo, you know we got stuck with this run only because my rep and the fact that we were already headed back in this 'general direction'. Gods, you know that we only got stuck evaluating the newest avionics on the Mark Two Raptor because they figured if anyone could break it, it would be me." The pilot shakes her head, then again addresses the 'payload'. "We will have you two and your 'present' down--without any 'bumps'--shortly." Muttering to herself, the pilot turns back to her instruments as she starts the approach to the Meleager.
Sergeant Julie Mast stretches, and then looks at her partner of three years, looking completely comfortable in her light combat armor, carbine, and full combat load, despite having been strapped into the jump seat for three hours of the flight crew's friendly bickering. "Not really, Daniel. Might catch that show with that up-and-coming actor...whatever his name is...the one that just got booked to perform on the Vice-President's private yacht. How about you?"
An announcement--with SCPO Sternjekcz's voice clearly distinguishable--rings out across the Meleager's 1MC. "All personnel, execute Special Weapons Reception Protocol One. Set for Special Weapons Transfer in twenty minutes. Marine squad to the Hangar, Marine Squad to the Hangar. Skipper to the Hangar in twenty, please, Skipper to the Hangar in twenty. Flight Operations, Clear."