Dominic looked around the bay some as he admired the facilities, nice, advanced.. Each and everything here was leagues ahead of the Monarch and made the Thunderball, for all its retrofits, look positively stone-age. The young man walked his way through the bay admiring every curve, every lovely little detail of this facility. The armory, the walkways, the panels.. The ships! Yes he looked at the Mark III Valkyries that remained of Wolf Squadron here. Their smooth curves, larger frames and yes! Single Seaters! Something Dominic had been wanting ever since the Peregrines were decommissioned back in the day.
He walked some more until he stood in the bay just enjoying everything, every sight, and smell, and honestly, he would certainly be touching if he could. His gaze then fell on the Valravn and his nose wrinkled at the appearance of the fighters. His head tilted slightly as he walked over to take a look at one from the side and looked a bit like he smelled something just a touch nasty. The ship somewhat reminded him of Knight class Interceptors but was much uglier. Not only that he knew it would take some more modification for the cockpit to have the man fit! Even worse it could be a two-seater.
Turning away and wandering the facility and getting a good gawk at a rather hot-bodied Valkyrie up until his name got called out. His head whipped around to spot the visage of a Cardassian on approach, well a half Cardassian judging from the ridges on the nose and lack of the shoulder ridges. Introducing himself as the SCO of Wolf Squadron. Immediately his guard went up as the man maintained a distance to avoid needing to look up at the junior officer. Dom began to walk with him of course as they headed somewhere private. Hopefully, this doesn’t turn into a Meet the Cardassians day. He thought to himself.
“Yes, I am Atlas, the one and only.” He responded at first. “What do you want to know about me? Well, I am a Kzint hybrid who has been flying ships in Starfleet straight out of the gate. From the Akira to the Peregrines throughout the war and volunteered for the occasional third shift to keep my skills diverse. Piloting a Galaxy Class is as ponderous as you might think but push comes to shove, they can dance and dance well. Earned the nickname Atlas all the way back in School when I did sports. Tackle Football, they had to get creative to take me down.” He seemed quite proud of this. “Other sports... I had my advantages.”
“Of course my other hobbies however include cooking and cleaning for my two evil sisters and long walks on the beach.” This last line was delivered with some hint of humor in it to see just how the commander reacted to it. His entire body posture from the tail to the ears spoke of someone who was at least mildly wary.