reactivate, rebuild, recall

[Lutz.Torwald]

Omicron Minor, Planet Toledo
Three weeks had passed since the battle in omicron Lost. Jason was getting out of the med bay and making his way towards the bar as 2 heavily armed marines approached him.
"Sir. I have orders to take you to the admiral."
One of the 2 men stepped right up to Jason, blocking him on his way.
"Well, lets go then"
The two escorted him towards the admiral's quarter. At the door the marines stopped and signaled Jason to enter.
With a grim look on his face he pushed a button on the panel to his right and the door swung open.
He entered the thinly illuminated room. Admiral Kelt was sitting on his desk, taking no notice from him.
Instead he looked out of the big window and watched several fighters take off.
"So I'm in trouble now I guess?" Jason asked in a mocking tone.
"You've no idea."
After a few more seconds of silence the admiral turned his chair and faced Jason, by the look on his face he could already tell that it was not going to be a pleasant conversation.
"We've lost 200 men and women from Ichton station, 100 more from the fighter and bomber wings as well as from the Arikomo. Of course that was not enough for you? Wasn't it? No you had to play big hero out there and ram your fucking Osiris right into the middle of a nomad cruiser formation!"
By now the admiral got up and lost control of his voice , shouting so loud that probably half the base could understand it.
After a small pause he sat down again.
"I'm sick of it. Sick of those failures. Sick of my men dying for nothing everyday. Sick of you damn!"
Jason did not move a muscle. He had experience the admiral's rage before and was well aware it was only the tip of it.
"We've lost nearly 5 months of research data out there. How could they even breach your defense line so easily?"
"What defense line?" Jason did not dare to look into the admiral's eyes, instead he focused on a large star map on the right of the window.
"Damn Jason! Don't get me even more mad at you!"
"There was no defense line to begin with. All the ships you gave me either had to return to Minor 4 days prior to the attack,or were tasked with other orders instead of staying with me and my ship. "
Kelt's face grew red.
"So its my fault in the end? As usual I assume? You should not waste my time with such nonsense!"
Another pause and the admirals voice had calmed down a bit.
"Jason your out of it. Out of the Game. Your demoted to normal soldier. No rank, no ship to command. You will either service aboard Evora shipyard or on Toledo."
"Whatever. I should not be here. It would've been better if I had died out there with my friends and my men. Instead I'm here, having to listen to you, speaking of it like you could have change the tide of the battle. If you had been there, or would know about what you are talking, you would not be so sure about your decisions anymore."
"Get out of here. Get the hell out before I loose myself and simply kick you out of the next airlock!"
Jason quickly saluted then turned to get out as he was told. He did not care about Kelt's rage on him. He did not care about his demotion. He lost everything he had back there in Lost already. They could not take anything from him anymore.

2 day's later he was transferred to Evora shipyard to work with the deck crew and engineers.
He had trouble sleeping. Always the same nightmare. Every night. He was there, in Lost, his men, his friend's even Severan were there. They blamed him. Him alone for all. For the lost battle, for the lost ships, for their deaths. He could not sleep more than 3 hours. Every night he got up, drenched in sweat, running through his little room for a few minutes until he realized where he was.
So on the 5th night he woke up , but instead of trying to get to sleep again he got up. Dressed and made its way to the bar, to get the only thing that he know would help him get over the past. Alcohol.