And the Sanctuary in Between

Posted on Mon Mar 2nd, 2020 @ 7:31pm by Post Captain Keyan Fardreamer & Colonel Anthony "Ironhide" Raynor
Edited on on Fri Mar 13th, 2020 @ 1:43am

Mission: Mission 44: Operation Bedlam
Location: Various Locations - USS Argonne
Timeline: 1000Hrs October 7th 2391

Major Anthony Raynor sat down in his chair in the Lounge, in truth he did not give a rats ass what anyone had to say about his being away from the Ready room or the fact that he squadron was on alert, he had told his guys that they would not be participating in any more bullshit stupid assignments for overly eager idiots who's only goal it seemed was to get his men killed.

He lost two birds from his Squadron and one pilot killed in action. Flight Lieutenant James O'Malley. Callsign 'Trench.' He had known the man for over a year and now he was writing a letter to his parents, both of whom would want some very serious answers for this catastrophe. "This is bullshit. That fuckwit Nye should be writing these but instead, he gets off by lounging around in the brig and we get to do all that fuckers heavy lifting."

"No doubt Ironhide." Camshaft responded. "This seat taken.?"

"No.. Well it is now... By all means.." Ironhide let out a heavy sigh as he watched his fellow Squadron commander drop anchor as he placed his meal and half dozen PADDs down on the table before sitting down himself. "Fucking kills me.. we clean up after Nye... I should go down there and yell at him.."

"Save your energy, It wouldn't do any good... Besides.. Half this ship wants to kill him and the other half... I suspect will ignore the fact that he got torn to pieces by a raging bloodthirsty mob."

"What century are we in again?" Camshaft inquired. "I mean when things fall apart, the center can't hold and anarchy is loosed on the shores like a poorly dimmed tide of blood."

"Well.. when you put it like that... You do make a good point."

"Thank you... for being able to see my point. Most would ignore it and want to lose their control. Let their minds run away without the benefit of intellect."

"You never came across as the overly smart type.."

"That's because people tended to see me as he class clown and I decided not to change people's perspectives, they see what they want to see, hear that what want to hear and nothing will change that." Camshaft shrugged. "As for me... I got two letters to fill out, both to good pilots families who died at the hands of a madman... I want out Anthony... I can't do this anymore.."

"You flew well Keyan." he nodded. "For what it's worth... I understand why you chose this." he smiled. "Find something you love and do it.."

"Science was my first love... but my test scores stuck me in Roanoke's flight wing... I was never that good a pilot as I preferred other interests... and now I will indulge them."

"If any one of us has earned that right... It's you. You've come a long way Keyan, from the angry rage case of a pilot to now... Now I almost don't recognize you... but that's good for you."

"Thanks, Anthony." Camshaft responded. "That means a lot, coming from you."