Journal of Theodopholus Alexander

[Chrystoph]

After Action Report

The Templar settled onto the docking field with a lurch. A soft shushing sound indicated that the hatch seal had popped.

As Theo crawled out of the cockpit, his crew chief, Petty Officer Bollard, strode up. "Bloody hell, m'Lord. You go out drinking and decide to drive home through the ice fields? She looks like you let my uncle's mastiff play with it."

Alexander scrubbed his face with his hands, then looked at the disgruntled PO. "I ran into a pirate that made a pretty fair imitation of a light cruiser, chief. I couldn't chew him up, and he couldn't get enough of me to keep me from coming home. Doesn't mean he didn't give it his best shot, though."

The three spacers that served as crew for Bollard began working on the Templar, evaluating damage, looking at ammo levels, etc.

Bollard watched them for a moment, then lowered his voice. "You listen to me, boss. I want the number of times you bring her home to be equal to the number of times you take her out . I can always get another bird to work on, but we only got so many pilots to go around. I happen to be getting used to you, so you just keeping bringing her back. Alright?"

Throat constricted, Theo looked at the older man and slowly nodded.

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We all have an Angelic and a Demonic side. Use of them determines good or evil in the end.