Reminiscing

[Greylock]

Following the gesture from Jeff to enter the room, Grey went in to see the man he had traveled halfway across the Sirius sector to find. "Admiral, it feels like it's been a lifetime since we spoke. I must say, retirement isn't all that it's made out to be. I've been through almost every system known to man and then some. I suppose I never was the type to settle down, eh?" Grey sat down in the chair offered by the Admiral and took a sip of the whiskey that had been poured while he spoke. As he set the glass back on the desk, he continued his tale.

"It all started with that damned treasure hunt, or so they called it. Dozens of pilots swarmed to the Tau-31 system. From then on, we were all in uncharted space. For the majority of the journey, we were all together, safe from external threats. Then we were lead into the deepest of the Nomad worlds. Omicron Psi was teeming with the damned squids. Not many of us were even able to charge our cruise engines upon exiting the jumphole." His face became a few shades lighter as he continued. We all fled to the nearest jumphole that showed any sense of stability, since the one we had just come through was collapsing in on itself. Nothing could have prepared us for what came next." He shook his head as if he wanted to forget the whole thing, then took a large swig of the whiskey.

"But, my friend, that is a topic for another time. I would rather not dwell on near-death experiences, lest I never stop thinking about the Gallic war. Tell me, how has the Order been faring in recent times? I may not be able to provide my services as a professional exterminator of all things genocidal at this time, but I'm happy to help where I can."

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