The following fic is rated R.
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He took another drag of his cigarrette.
So many names.
Cold nicotine iced him. The sheet after sheet of dead well, they tended to blur together. He still felt remorse. He only wished he called the shots.
They're glorious leader Paxel Alejandro Meskoveiar had personal seen fit to send in the back ups. He was a military leader's son who claimed to have all the answers. With these measures in place, we cannot fail he had said. The people believed in him. They wanted something to believe in...
"Christ." He swore. He put out his cig and looked out over his bridge. New, inexperienced deckhands manned the stations. Science, ops, nav, even the helm. One would think the commanding Admiral for the theater would have something more than raw recruits working for him.
Oh well. He thought
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