Far from home

[Ion]

Kearny sat down at the table, inhaling deeply on his rebreather. He then proceeded to shot his whisky, and took a big swig from his pint.

"Its a bit of a long story, if yer dont mind lads?"

Murmurs and nods of consent came from the three sat around him, and he began to tell his tale...

"I was born on Cork, 10 years before the revolt, I was a happy child, though the pressure my father was under as the captain of a minin' vessel did get to me a bit. Me mother and I moved to Graves when she got a job in the outfitter there. Twas good for us, to see him more, and see a bit more of the stars. When I was 8, I joined me da on his minin' ship. When I was 10, me dad sent both me and ma to the recently outfitted station of Arranmore. He knew what was comin, what with the revolt and all."

"Anyhow, The revolt came quickly, me ma kept us out of the way, she didna wan me to see all the fightin an the killin. I was a rough lad tho, I wanted to help, I wanted to be part of this, me da had a dream, a dream of a free dublin, free from overwork, underpay and the atrocious conditions that they was subjected to under BMM."

"I don really remember much from that time, I was a bit young to unnerstand allat, I jus remember wantin to help. I do remember the struggles after that... Sometimes I wondered if the revolt had done anything but put enemies right at our doorstep every single day. So many of my friends would ne'er return from simple patrols, mining trips, It was frustratin to me... no end."

"Tell the truth, I didn' know what was right and wrong anymore... so much blood an killin. Then me da and Patrick had a breakthrough, they found some help for us. These "outcasts" agreed to trade with us, ships, supplies, and weapons for our gold. The war on our doorstep looked actually fightable, with the assistance of these strange dark men, with contraptions on their faces like I'd never seen before. Wheres me drink gone? I'll be back shortly lads."

Kearny stood up, making his way to the bathrooms.

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