Our growbag wearing demi-Gods are of a higher calibre than those in the air branches of colonial or other non-British military forces. As such they want not of petty markings to bring their mounts back to Earth in a correct and officer-like manner after slipping its surly bonds.
{Doffs cap at the assembled officer, stick jockey types and scurries backwards out of the room, head bowed in due reverence.}
