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88. Ryan (Kinkade)- MFE Fighter Pilot

Season 7 Spoilers!

i mean like kinkade is already a s7 spoiler but hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

also y ppl sleeping on my man kinkade like

he is GODDAMN SEXY AS HELL I SWEAR

AND HHHHHHHHHHHH

HOT DAMN SIGN ME UP FOR THE NEXT WAR IF I CAN LOOK LIKE A SNACC LIKE SHIT

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"Hey, Ryan," I asked, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around and cocked his head, his dreadlocks bouncing around on his scalp.

"What do you wanna be when you grow up?" He thought for a moment, the wind sweeping all the grass, the land rippling as the weeds and bushes shook with the faint noise of cicadas chirping in the barren trees.

"I want to be a pilot. One of the best," he answered, a bright smile adorning his face, showing off his beautiful white teeth. I giggled and looked at the sky, scrunching my nose up while thinking.

"I don't know what I want to do when I get older." Kinkade took my hand excitedly and pointed towards the massive space shuttle in the distance.

"You can go to the Garrison with me! When we get older and pass the flight exam, we can become Officers, or better yet, Commanders!" I giggled and looked at his face, bright with enthusiasm and hope. I loved his awe-filled smile as we met Commander Takashi Shirogane during class, and as he jumped and looked at me while mouthing, "It's him! I'm gonna be like him!"

I was happy for him when he got into the Garrison and became friends with James. Meanwhile I didn't attend astronomy school, but got a degree in physics and became a professor at a young age.

You could say Ryan and I parted ways too early.

I didn't actually think I'd be meeting him so soon.

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"The great minds all over the world, please, the Galaxy Garrison needs your help." I bolted up at the name and covered my mouth. The Garrison. Ryan. James. My friends. I needed to go and help them.

I got up and collected things that I could still use from the ruins of my office and started a trek to the destination. It was five hours on foot, thirty minutes if I took the underground tram. I was part of an underground organization that helped gather available resources and rescued the injured or any survivors in the battle grounds. Since I was considered a valuable asset, I was one of the Senior Commanders of the coalition.

I walked down the stairs into the passageway, where I scanned a badge then boarded the vehicle.

"Where to, (Y/N)?" Blake asked. He was one of my comrades. Former engineer, great knowledge of how particles were built, he helped in making the equipment we had to use.

"One way ticket to Garrison." He grinned and turned on the lights, and revved the thing to life.

"I don't know when the hell you received the alert, but they're gonna have a hell of a time with you." I snorted and pushed his back.

"Shut up, you goof."

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"Alright Commander, we're here. Good luck with the paladins and the Admiral. Heard she's a real pain in the ass." I laughed and waved goodbye to him.

"Hopefully you'll come back to see me alive." I picked up my bag and started to make my way towards the small crowd huddled near the front of the base. I recognized Sam Holt as he turned to greet me. His eyes lit up as he saw my face.