The Afterparty

[Fellow Hoodlum]

Well Mariella, Not much for me here now." ...
Brownings voice sounded a little low and cracked. The tequila burnt his throat.
"I got word of some employment in Rheinland , not my favourite place of all time.
Needs must and all that. Comes with a company ship and benefits." Going to give it a go.
Memories from so long ago flooded back to him, seemed like only yesterday.
"I have understood your position all the time, the love of a mortal is not good for us at
the moment. There is a fight coming our way."
He had no idea what forces were at work, he could feel the evil around him all the time.
Just the darkness.
If he needs to go back to Kaela, I will take him myself. We need him a little sharper
than he is right now. There has been to much sacrificing around here already for no
good reason. We will need all the strength and guile we can muster for this one."
He hated to state the obvious.
"Lets get back to Malta now, rest and sort the ships out for war. Then I need to get away
for a while, new craft and things to sort out, you know what the company ones are like.
No soul."
He felt the need to get into a Sabre and kick the sh*t out of it, to kill the numerous
bounty hunters who always tried to get to the home world. And the pay was always
useful. Company ship was not his style ... he would take the opt out with his own.
They would pay for it anyway.
He felt safe now ... The Angels touch would be with him wherever he was.
Three days later with a load of credits burning a hole in his pockets, he left as the sun
was coming up over the fields of orange. A battered Sabre loaded with new weapons
and armour transported him away to replace his Raven.
Been in one place to long again.
The note said ... You will always know were to find me. Just call when the need arises.
I'll be there ... That was all.
The hankerchief with her dried tears was still in his flight suit.

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."