It’s a quiet day on base, you and the squad are to attend to your additional duties as Aviator Officers. The day goes by slowly, mostly doing paperwork and goofing off with some of your squad-mates. Though you can’t help but notice Karma give you a sneer here and there when she’s catch you doing so.

Evening rolls around and you are to finish up on the last of your duties, a maintenance inspection on your jet with the mechanics. The procedure goes accordingly and everything is in tip top shape. But as you leave you feel something tug on the sleeve of your uniform, before you could react you get pulled behind some crates to find Karma herself stand before you with her arms crossed and a sour expression that could make your CO shiver.

“What the shit Anon?” She starts off, ready to berate you for whatever you did.

“Did you let BB do your mission report or something? Because why the fuck are there two of the same reports with your name on one, hm?” She shakes her head and waves the evidence in your face, two identical mission reports with your name on one and BB’s on the other before tossing your report towards you.

“And I sure as hell don’t think BB copied you. You’re lucky the Captain didn’t see this, I’m saving your ass here Anon.” She lets out a sigh rubs her temples.

“Why the hell do I even bother, let alone like your sorry ass…” She mumbled under her breath, barely audible.