Jeremy's worst day ever

[Jeremy Hunter]

Jeremy looked at the G36 wannabe rifle he had taken from the SoCred, the .60 pistol, and then the figure. Jeremy looked at his arbitrary up.

"God, I take it back. Please, send me to Robinson."

Jeremy looked at the figure, loosely holding his rifle.

"Well...from the design, the fact this is moving, and the absence of windows, I will say I am on the Mandate of Heaven, that pain in the ass who damaged the Oathkeeper."

Jeremy never took his eyes from the figure.

"So...Aoi Iseijin and Coalition together? So, tell me-which Aoi and which Coalitioner did the deed together, and did they use this ship's captain's cabin, or the Karl Marx? Do tell me they slept together on the Marx, I'm partial to Osirises."

Jeremy shook his head, his hair flipping around, then settling back to the spikyness it usually exhibited.

"Oh, and the last cruise had no hot stewardesses. Can you fix that mon ami?"

Jeremy grinned.

"I usually crack jokes and be a smartass when faced with immeniet peril, I usually am this defiant, and so you know, the only thing that scares me is Commodore Robinsin in arm's reach with a knife."

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.