"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok

[Xing]

The lieutenant commander sat down, not too aware of the relative sudden silence in the bar. However, seeing her relaxed mood, most other soldiers went back to their discussions or drinks (and or other activities, whatever they might be).

"It might be helpful if you talked with more precision instead of jumping from one subject to another."
"And might as well help my view on you if you stopped talking about your imminent death. Those speaking of such only wish for it to happen to become a martyr of some sort. It happen, I really despise such creatures."

She took the glass of whiskey and sipped a little of it, ever moderately, and put it down.
"Now, how about making some sense. Founder? Founder of what? Certainly not the Coalition, not of origin. Nor the Coalition, the contemporary one we know today. No human being lived that long, nor can we preserve a body that long either. Fairy tales are fun, but you might want to switch to something more realistic to my ears."

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