"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok

[Capt. Henry Morgan]

Lieutenant Thacker.... Lieutenant Commander Thacker (he was still getting used to his new rank) was sitting at one of the tables farther from the bar. He acknowledged a few of his comrades as they walked by, but he didn't feel like good company at the moment. He had just returned from leave, and was due to back on duty tomorrow. For now, though, he sat in the bar, holding a datapad. A drink sat in front of him, almost forgotten. On the datapad was a half-finished letter to his brother Glenn back in Liberty, which he had been working on during his leave on Gran Canaria. They hadn't spoken since Robert left the Xenos to join the Coalition. The last argument between the two left little opportunity for reconciliation, though Robert was at least willing to try. They were the only two members of their family still alive, after all.

Dear Glenn,

I know that we did not part on the best of terms, and that you don't agree with my decision to leave Liberty for the Coalition. For my part, I still haven't changed my mind, and I doubt we'll ever come to terms with each other about that. Still, though, we're brothers, no matter what else happens. That has to count for something, at least.

Robert stared at the words on the datapad. He had to say more, but he wasn't sure what.... he was never good at this sort of thing. He continued after a moment. Glenn needed to know about their older brother Gary's disappearance.

I feel you need to know what I've found out about Gary. It took a little research, but a Zoner that I met at the spaceport remembered seeing him up at Freeport 11. After checking the records there, I found out that he was indeed there. He ran up a large bill for room and board, and was kicked off after not being able to pay. He left there without filing a flight plan, though the Freeport's records indicate he flew off in the general direction of the Omicron Iota system. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but he's been declared missing and presumed dead.

Please, Glenn, get back in touch with me after you've read this. You and I both lead dangerous lives, and I would hate it if our final words to one another were words of anger. I know mom and dad wouldn't want that, either.

Robert

He hesitated a moment, before putting it into the queue for outgoing messages. He knew it would have to be reviewed by Security before being sent, so he didn't expect any answer back for at least a week or two, if one was to be forthcoming at all.

With that business finished, he set the datapad down, and remembered the drink sitting in front of him. He lifted his glass in a toast to his missing brother, and downed it in one gulp.

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