No Easy Day

[Rodent]

"I can't say that I knew about Thresher...but I do know about the Patrol. The Nomad War sent a lot of ships and their crew on Eternal Patrol...."Lewis said, grimacing slightly at the memory. He'd lost friends in that fashion, and the memory of an old scar long healed was still painful.

He nodded carefully as Hartman worked, pulling up records of the Alabama and it's last known vector. As Hartman continued to elaborate, Lewis leaned forward in his chair, the soft shine of interest unmistakable in his eyes. It was quickly followed by questions. How did Hartman know?

"Xenos..."Lewis said softly, his voice sounding tired. Coming from Denver, he knew exactly what had spurred that particular movement, and he couldn't help but feel a faint twinge of acceptance and sympathy towards those Rebels. They were misguided fools, however...and had no chance in hell to achieve what they'd set out to do. A part of him wished to fix that situation, he was obligated to. Mostly he scorned them, for if the Lewis family could ride away from the slump relatively unscathed and make a life for themselves...Liberty wasn't all bad.

"I understand, Jane" Lewis said quietly. He had never been one given to much expression, preferring to keep his feelings bottled up because they were not likely to do much good. This was an exception to the rule. He leaned forward and patted her shoulder gently.

"We'll get them back" He said, his voice carrying the same quiet conviction that had served him through all these years in the Liberty Navy.