"Luck wouldn't even begin to describe it." he said as he knocked back his 2nd Bretonia Scotch. "A five system sweep with a new recruit, with no problems until Leeds. The dirty *&$%'s came tearing out of the Stokes Asteroid Field... 8 of 'em." he shook his head. "We didn't see 'em 'till they were on us. Peeled my recruit's hull apart like paper. I managed to get 3 of 'em, then high-tailed it to the Magellan jumphole on auxiliary power."
"Strange tho, all were flying Sabres but speaking a language over the comms I'd never heard before..."
He grabs his ale and drains it in 3 swallows. The bartender, always attentive, has another round ready for him before the glass hits the table.
"Here you are buddy, this one's on me." He said with a look on sincerity in his eyes.
The man pushes the credit chip towards the bartender and says "Everyone...'till it's gone. And check on that sushi..."
You ask me why Im weary, why I cant speak to you.
You blame me for my silence, say Its time I changed and grew.
But the war's still going on dear, and theres no end that I know...
And I cant say if were ever...
I cant say if were ever gonna be free.
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