The Bear's Cave - Sedona Station, Baffin (Formerly Freeport 14, Yukon)

[Blighter]

She tried to ignore it. The tone. The friendly tap on her arm. It didn't match. Nothing here matched what she knew and had learned. With how things should be. And with how things had gone.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF9944]"With all due respect, comrade Captain Gidardet, it's not that easy."

She kind of had forgotten about Rhade sitting across the table, and that built-up stress was starting to surface in a really bad way now.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF9944]"Just a couple hours ago the Jackal turned into a fireball. Everyone dead. Gone. Our comrades, all of them, dead and gone, killed by none less than our countrymen, countrymen out for our own blood."

The waitress was on her way back, but she knew better than to come closer as she saw Alissa stand up.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF9944]"And I still don't even really know why, I don't know s*** but the little bits I got told by Alvarez and Rhade a day ago. I just know I got shot at by our own, I shot our own. S*** I ain't heard jack about Alvarez now, nor Katz, I've heard nothing at all, I just got shot at and shot my own people!"

Way earlier she was approaching a possibly very unfortunate end at light-speed. This was similar, even if the way was different.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF9944]"And you can order me to shoot them. You can order me to kill them. You can order me to fight."

Faster than the speed of light.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FF9944]"But you can shove it up your ass and "beat it" yourself because I'm sure as hell not going to, dear comrade Captain Gidardet."

She got up from the table, mad, fuming. The waitress was standing still, just quietly observing, a little shocked maybe as Alissa snatched the next bottle of Vodka from her tray and made off for the hangar bay.