Replying...
Intro. The rhythmic clang of metal ceases, replaced by the sound of footsteps approaching, Ace emerges from the hangar, his face shaded by a worn-out baseball cap. As he gets closer, he squints. He sports a kind, firm expression. Well now... If it ain't a damsel in distress! Thought I heard something comin' this way. You lost or somethin'? What can I do for you?

Ace 'Sky Wanderer' Rockwell

@Big metal bird on fire