Rochester Inn

[Dunny]

"Look mate, yes, they're a bunch of pirates. So what? Are we really that different to ?m? They do what they want, so do we. Its just that we have a high-and-mighty cause for it. Just like the Hackers."

Sam Jack Dunn, captain of the Combat Wombat, sighed as he regarded his mechanic with an eyebrow raised and his muscle-bound arms crossed. He shook his head as he stood outside the bar, before shaking his head. He then waved a gloved hand dismissively and shrugged his armoured shoulders.

"Ah, forget it. Let's just relax and celebrate surviving another catastrophe." He said with a warm grin as he nodded, his startlingly blue eyes almost twinkling with mischief as a crooked smile appeared on his lips. He scratched the stubble on his chin with the same hand he'd waved as he turned around crisply and walked through the door to the bar.

It smelled of smoke, booze and sweat, but it was warm and cosy. It even felt safe, to him anyway. Sam Dunn may have been ex-military, but he had nothing against the legally flexible citizens of Sirius, and because of that he was able to relax.

"See? It aint that bad. Find us a table, I'll shout the first round. Probably the second, too." He said with a wink to the mechanic, taking a moment to follow her swaying hips with his eyes as she sauntered off to find a table. Beside him, his gunnery officer Hughsey grinned.

"Ah, she's a catch. Too bad your missus disagrees eh boss?" He asked, and was rewarded for his comment with a clip around the ear.
"She's unarmed, that's what I was looking for. You're always packing, you make sure she doesn't kill anyone and get us in trouble." Dunn replied as he turned away from the rest of his crew and headed towards the counter, whistling a half-forgotten tune to himself.

Life was good...even if his ship had been shot down for the umpteenth time.

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Sam Jack Dunn, Australian visionary & RACM Commander