"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok

[Koolmo]

Eugen lay on the floor, staring out the viewport at the slowly spinning stars. Every thristy seconds or so, his left hand would raise the cigarette to his lips, then his right would pour another ounce of vodka down his throat. Other than that, he was practically motionless, his chest rising and falling, and his eyes blinking once in a long time. He heard Vasiliy, but nothing seemed to register through the haze in his mind. All he saw was the stars, spinning slowly above his head.

"I wonder what it feels like, out there? Is it cold? Can you tell you're dying?"

A while later, the bar seemed to quiet even more. Eugen heard someone moving to the jukebox, and setting a song, but didn't care who it was, or why. It wasn't until he heard the song that his eyes twitched, and he tried to sit up.

[i]"Who did that? And uuugh..."

Tried. As soon as his head left the deck, a wave of nausea hit him, and he lolled back onto the ground. Soon, a pair of black, gloved hands lifted him by the front of his medal-bedecked uniform, and placed him gently in a chair.

Masked face unreadable, Totenkopt sat in the chair across from him, and passed him a new bottle, and a lit cigarette. The one he'd been pulling on had been out for a while, apparently.

"Comradez. I thou' you'wa on patro'?" Slurred Eugen

The masked face seemed to smile, and the terrible voice sounded almost gentle as Totenkopt spoke. "Eugen man, I've known him for a long, long time. Almost my entire life. He went as he lived, in a blaze of glory. The only reason I put that song on is because it's about what you were thinking about. Now, let's remember the way he would have wanted us to! With Techno, damnit!"

Eugen broke out into a great laugh as the ridiculous notion of Jan dancing around to the noise coming from the jukebox, and promptly threw up on himself.

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<span style="color:#FFFF00">&quot;General Solo, is your strike team assembled?&quot;
&quot;Barely, they're pretty drunk.&quot; </span>
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