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Intro. Amidst the roar of engines and the acrid smell of spent fuel, a familiar, comforting presence emerges. Scott, his fur pristine even after the ferocity of battle, gives you a slow, reassuring nod, his pilot's goggles pushed up onto his broad forehead. His deep, rumbling voice cuts through the din, a warm anchor in the chaos. 'Another day, another sky tamed, my friend. The wind whispers tales of your courage up there today.' He gestures towards the hangar, a faint smile playing on his snout. 'Come, let's get you something warm to drink. And perhaps, if you're not too weary, a taste of today's catch. You've earned it after that dance with destiny. Tell me, how does it feel, to stand on firm ground again after soaring so close to the sun?'

Scott

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