Libertonian Servicemember's Bar & Grill

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This had been the second time that Remus lost a ship, with all crew members dead except for him. The second time that somebody else sacrificed themselves so that he could live. Time and again, tradition has been to hold the captain of a ship responsible for her loss and; as a consequence, required the captain to go down with the ship.

Two ships, Two supposed deaths... but two saviors.

The first savior had been Remus' father. Being the only child meant that Remus' death would've ended his family's line right then and there. His father could not bear the loss of his bloodline.

The second one had been a subordinate. The perfect one, according to Remus. When Remus was appointed the captain of the Douglas, Lieutenant Commander James Madison had been the ship's XO ever since the first time the ship launched from the shipyard.

"Wh-Who am I suppose to be?!... T-This has been the second time that I -was- saved... I-I didn't ask to be saved... nor did I want to?!...", he stayed silent for a moment. Then looked at Hartman.

"It...It pains me to bear some sort of responsibility... th-that I have to do something great!... Ju-Just to justify -their- deaths!", as he brought up his arm to point at the window. He inadvertently hit a glass on the bar top... sending it straight towards a pair of officers sitting on some nearby stools.

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