Military Democracy

[Civil Servant]

Tomas "Vulture" Nanook
Engineering specialist

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An engineer squatting on the back wall was usually there because it was mandatory to assemble under orders. His own constant conclusion was that he lived to keep this vessel in a steady shape, usually working the background of the Klaxon constantly and taking duties that people don't realise are important. The one you see in every hall, every deck, every service tunnel with a welding gun and replacement a power conduit that blew out. While he was recognised as a member of the crew, it never surpassed the description of 'that engineer' and it didn't bother him as he never felt a desire climb ranks in fear of leaving his most skilled work behind. But this time, his silent complacency was making him twitch and struggle to keep still more than usual.

"The Klaxon has never looked this way before, granted this has been a strange few years."

Tomas didn't even have the energy to stand up, so instead people either twisted around to look down or made a path to make him more visible to the commander.

"I've worked on gear I never thought I'd be splicing into our home. Met new people that were more than willing to help because we could hardly help ourselves... I don't even know if any of them have a solid idea of what we went through or why. But that really doesn't matter to them, they still went out of their way to get me the supplies I needed; I have no idea how difficult that will be in the edge worlds."

He took a hasty moment to grab his water canteen on the floor, raising a finger to signal he wasn't finished.

"Mmm--! Sure, I don't like showing them out weapons systems when they needed repairs and I sure as hell was suspicious about letting them onboard in the first place... But then I realised that my job wasn't to keep a ship in order ready to wage war against our claimed enemy anymore. But its because I live here, my friends live here and sure... I might not talk to all of you but All of you live here. Permanent or not, this is now why I'm here doing the same thing, but never has it ever felt like it was worth it until now."

He was juggling the sealed canteen between his hands as he was talking, fingers keeping themselves busy as they kept a wide distance of air for the canteen to fly in the middle. He kept his face with fixated eye contact with Howe as he did so as he began to slowly stumble back onto his feet.

"The Klaxon fights for who it wishes to fight for, but if I chose the Platform, they better hope that they will return us more than a favour like they have proved to me. Sure they're rag-tag bunch of armed civilians... But they certainly seem dedicated enough to support each other in the fight for their lives."

He broke eye contact with the commander and looked towards the written words of PLATFORM on the board.

"Sir with respect, The Klaxon is the Klaxon, at least under the Platform we have a chance to still be that and more."

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