This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...A few minutes later, both still laughing as he told corny jokes, they walked onto the flight deck just as Arlene's interceptor settled to a stop in front of them.
"Everybody has their own interceptor except me," Jeff grumbled, somewhat good-naturedly, having lost his to a new team.
"And you know that Ship would never allow you to fly an interceptor in combat. You're a Prime… as you have just proven again and again during the last hour and a half," she said after glancing at her watch. "But, as you well know, it's not your good looks that Ship is protecting. She doesn't want to chance losing her Prime."
"And I have to sit home like an old lady," he grumped.
"Hah," she said with a giggle, "if sitting 'home' means commanding Ship in battle."
"Well, there is that," he agreed...
Have a goodun;
Roust