Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill

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"Lately? I haven't gotten two hours of sleep because the red alert keeps ringing. Capital ship here, marauding fleet there. I'm at the brink at this point."

As John was talking, Remus thought of his own experiences of late nights and countless hours being inside of a cockpit. On some occasions, he even fell asleep inside the ship.

"Plus, all the...the death. I never thought it'd affect me as much as it has.", John added.

At this point, Remus had a flashback. He remembered the Douglas incident. As the commanding vessel, he had to write some sort of excuse for those people that died. He had spent almost an entire day writing the letters. Those... letters of death... telling the deceased's love ones that they died.... a hero.

"Deaths...ye-yes.", he whispered faintly.

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