No Easy Day

[Rodent]

The journey had passed in relative silence, a pervasive shadow of depression having settled on the two-man expedition. Lewis did not trouble Hartman anymore, sensing that this was an issue she felt deeply about. He had plenty of questions, but waited for the right time to raise them.

A small part of him wondered why he was doing this. Taking a dangerous ship right in the heart of a Xeno Stronghold, for no good purpose apart from sentiment. The strategist in him was screaming, telling him to abort and bring Hartman back to her senses. As much as it was cruel to think so, the dead did not benefit from their actions. It was something he'd reconciled himself towards a long time ago.

She hadn't though. And Lewis backed up the few friends he'd made in the world.

As the damaged hull of Alabama floated into view, Lewis grimaced inwardly. He'd seen what criminals would do to Navy personnel and Warships if they captured them...but it pained him still. His fists clenched for a brief moment while he concentrated on his anger, willing to control it.

After a few moments, he took a deep breath.

"Let's go," He said curtly, reaching for a space suit that'd help them make the short trip over.