They wound through the Trotsky, and out over the hangar deck, onto the catwalks. Below the Insurgent fighters were being prepped for launch, and the CPW Social Credit was rolling through its preflight. The hangar was alive with coloured shirts, ordinance crews and marines. And over in one corner of it, the fight between Lt. Warner and another applicant was nearing its conclusion.
Katz sighed, resting his elbows on the railing.
We are good in a fight, thats true. But there is a reason for that unity. The question is, Jayce, do you really want to give up the life of a rogue to come fight for something worth fighting for?