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***The Excalibur Bar, Starbase Unity***
Rojac took a swig from the cold bottle Anya handed him as the bar once
again dissolved into a celebratory frenzy. He smacked his lips at the
clean bitter taste and brought the bottle up to his eyes. It was a
bottle of Blue Moon from a Terran brewery in business for centuries.
Rojac didn't think they we're still around, but the Wing COs statement
beforehand held his attention elsewhere.
"You sure know how to ruin a party, Xerxes." The captain quipped
before downing another swig. "You expect complications?"
He kept the discussion vague. It was a crowded room and it was a
classified mission.
"I know the objective all too well. I guarantee complications, he's
never been caught out before and I doubt thats about to start any time
soon. Besides there's too much bad blood between us, I'm a prime
target for several reasons." Anya said keeping her voice low.
Rojac took a swig and nodded before turning and resting his arms on
the bar top. "Its a dangerous mission, Xerxes." He was about to add
more, but the Major cut him off.
"I know the risks but it needs to be done. I doubt not dancing to the
tune of the JDC Queen wouldn't be to smart either. In the event of
any or all of us not coming back I've forwarded the most up-to-date
copies of my pilot's wills to you and the initial specs for the AX-03
Halberd." Anya replied.
"Do me a favor." Rojac said.
"That depends Captain..." Anya replied slowly. "...What did you have
in mind ?"
"Come back alive." He turned to face her and extended a hand. "You're
too valuable to lose, Major."
"I've probably heard more than a few differing opinions on that
assessment but I'll see what I can do." She shrugged as she shook the
Captain's hand
"Besides," now the Captain smirked, "I think your little nephew might
get upset, Auntie Anya."
"Well just as long as he doesn't toss the the four mile long toy out
of the pram, that we can probably all live with. Besides who he
thinks of as Auntie Anya was a fifty five year old battleaxe nicknamed
'Ironheart' who died in his world three years ago leading the last
defence of Erass Prime. I don't think I'm at the last stand quite yet
but time will tell." Anya said before giving a mock salute. "I'll
let you get back to mingling, I'm sure there's a certain helm officer
wanting to have a drink with you. Enjoy your conference whilst I'm
gone, at least I get the pleasure of flight hours." She called the
last over her shoulder as she departed into the crowd.
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End Log
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Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
USS Chimera - C
Major Anya Xerxes
Wing Commander
USS Chimera - C
