IC: Deuce (Hanger Bay, Dismayed) A part of Deuce couldn't hold back a grin at the sheer absurdity of it all. Sure other crews he'd served with had done similar, but he'd never seen a military crew engage in such activities. It was enough to make him laugh, well almost. There were unfortunately a few things bogging his mind down, first was the careless way they tried to move his fighter. Sure he understood why it had to be moved, but that didn't mean he was going to allow just any grubby hands to touch his baby. Deuce, sighed, if he hadn't been sleeping in his fighter who knows what would have happened. However the other issue came from how blatantly he'd been stabbed in the back. When his fighter was being moved, he had consented by working a deal with Ojeda to be the announcer, but like all their deals Ojeda had completely betrayed him. "Hey Dave," Deuce spoke to the panel, making a last ditch effort to remedy the situation, "Any chance you could convince Ojeda to let me be announcer like we discussed. The two of us would be great together."