"I doubt they have the best food around up there. And at least the subs and the navy ships can make their own fresh water. I can imagine it will be a lot like submarine life. Hell, we'll probably get eighteen-hour days just like the navy,"
The dogs are both pleased.
"I don't enjoy the thought of being on call day and night in case of a skysub encounter, but I suppose we will have to manage. Life could be worse."
Gus glances down at the dogs. No doubt they will be sent elsewhere when they are transferred. He smiles at the thought of them running around the carrier's hangars as they do at Valhalla before returning his attention to the table.
"Well, enjoy the leave.With any luck we'll have finished this war before they call you back."
: One would hope.
"Uh-huh." Cualli watches the show for a few more moments. "So just uniting against a common enemy and stuff like that, which always goes so well."
: What do you mean?
"Yeah."
Tippy tosses the keycard to a woman on the bed behind her and shuts the door.
"Let's go."
Pansar glances over Tippy's shoulder as she tosses the keycard, and as he notices the woman she briefly gets to see what he looks like when he's
actually scowling.
: Who the
hell is- Never mind. I won't ask. Nagato's already in the truck, let's roll.
One 40 minute drive later, and you're out in Nowhere, Azron. Almost nothing but steppelands as far as the eye can see, the exception being a mountain range poking over the horizon to the north. As you travel down a dusty side road, you start to hear the sound of gunfire in the distance, and before long you arrive at the location of the shooting event. Pansar parks the truck, hands everyone their admission passes, and the three of you debark. Almost immediately, Tippy's eagle eye spots a T64 sitting alongside an old Mercanan light tank among the motor homes, stalls, and prefabs.
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