Crack in The Wall

[Noth Squadron]

. . .Theodore Syd, Noth Squadron . . .Madsack Fragment, Vicinity of Planet Skagen, Omega-55 There's something real interesting about enjoying a cold one while the world around you turns to shit. You already know what's going to happen, because it lies right there in front of your eyes. It's safe to say I'm experiencing the same thing right now, leaned against a makeshift counter. We're about to board this beast and only god knows what'll happen. All of this for what? Recognition from One? No thank you. ["This is Walt. We're showing green lights for docking. Proceeding apace."] And there's my que. Back home they just call me 'Judge', but out here? Who am I supposed to judge? These guys are clinging to dear life on the only thing left that's familiar, but so is the Squadron. It's either them or us, the way I see it. No morality required, just pure survival instinct. Wonderful. I say dryly with a slight twitch in my left eye. The other bottle of Liberty Ale finds its way into Walter's hand -- only slightly warmer than when I got it out of the fridge, water droplets still covering the glass bottle. Here. Sorry for the wait. I was, in fact, not sorry. I would've delayed this whole thing by days if I could, but this time I could only do a few minutes. Lets do this.

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