A Coalition Storm

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Alvarez sat on the U shaped throne of a command chair, tucked back in the gold panelled alcove at the back of the bridge, set up for the Order Captain to sit, his pistol was safely reholstered and his leather jacket with its shining trio of Captains stars looking a little dishevelled.

He was rolling a cigarette.

Shes doing something, Sub-Lt. Borodin said, standing at the control pedestal with its giant blue track balls that controlled the ships directional controls, like a giant mouse.

Alvarez always hated that, who controlled a ship with a trackball he preferred a joystick, least it felt like a ship that way.

Ten credits says she blows her self up, crazy woman, Alvarez said as he fiddled with his rolling papers.

Give me comms He ordered. Caio Bella, he said loudly over the communications. Eh che, You do something crazy today?

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