Juan Zavala boarded the silent edge following a combat patrol in omicron eta. It had been a hard day and he had lost two of his wingmates that day. Low ranked outcasts on their third anf roth patrols respectively. Juan felt bad...
He slumped into a chair in the corner of the bar and stared into his large glass of maltese brandy.
"Juany boy!"
It was general Gontfried's voice from over at the bar.
Oh lord. thought Juan, just what I need
He stood up and walked over to the bar carrying his drink.
Gontfried grinned and Juan could tell mockery was on it's way...
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