Down the rabbit hole

[Omicron]

“Horrible, isn’t it?” She waited for a bit, realising he might not get what she was referring to. “The drink, I mean. Couldn’t get any better right now.”

“Well. I would have thought that you carry a battleship out of hell so that it might fight another day. Regular refugees settle for cheaper and less conspicuous freighters, transports… that kind of stuff. Fighters, if alone. What about the crew? Any non-combatants aboard? They might have their own ideas as to what to do with themselves in post-insurgency life. Some may desire to turn to piracy or settle down now that immediate danger has passed.”

Captain Perez was the only thing that kept them together. They are now without a cause and discipline may start breaking soon. She had considered when was the right moment to reveal her superiors, however this information may cause him to weigh his words and choices alike which was undesirable. She reclined in her chair, giving it some time to think over.

“Did you plan only as far as relative safety” Val made a gesture with her fingers that symbolised quotation marks when she spoke of safety. Omicrons are the antithesis of safety, taking into comparison tame House space into account. “Or you have already made up yours and the crew’s future?”

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