Imceaglerx Jun 2026

It was never supposed to be a real callsign. Just a joke, really—a jab at the new lieutenant's impossibly clean uniform, the way he recited flight protocols like poetry, and how his eyes went wide the first time the carrier’s deck pitched in rough seas. “Look at him,” the senior chief muttered over contraband coffee. “IMC Eaglerx. Flying by instruments only, but thinks he's an eagle.”