Liberty Navy broadcast

[Maelstrom]

Frantic Voice: Moneyshot, get your *censored* in your flight suit and out of the hangar. DSE/Con1 is taking heavy damage and your wing has..

The voice cut off violently as the entire ship shuddered. The bulkhead opposite Manderly's bunk ripped away leaving only the transparent energy shield to protect him from the elements. A body hurtled towards him, Valeria Whitmore. He spent the night before last with her and he can still see her face taught with passion. Now it leered at him, stretched from explosive decompression...

Manderly Barrenson, callsign Moneyshot, jerked awake in his kingfisher cockpit and cracked his helmet on a commconsole. With a beep the holorecorder clicked on and a navy recruitment add burned itself onto his dilated retinas. Nearly naked admirals danced on his cornea as his heart slowed to a normal beat.

"Yeah, right," he muttered to himself, "I did enough tours to know the only tail you get is from your mates and then you get to watch them blown to bloody bits you scrape off your cockpit. Some poor sod will fall for it though. Poor *censored*."

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