Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160202235358/@comment-25828117-20160203010031

Space, will always be an awesome thing.

And Brody was thinking of the old meaning of the word. Awesome as in fearful. Such a vast expansion of nothing. And he was floating through it. In a tin can made with American tax payers money.

He sat up in his bunk away from the science team whom had set themselves at a table and were nervously discussing the potential power of a Russian space laser.

Soon he'd join them, to urge them to keep their heads cool and remember training. But now he was looking at the picture of his little girl, Cheryl. He kept the black and white picture from when she had just turned five year old and smiling in an airtight locket. It could get blown out of an airlock and the picture inside would still remain undamaged.

He remembered training in Siberia. The chief of staff would have them take the children of enemies of the state out back in the night and shoot them. The ones who didn't go through with it were dismissed, six months horrible training in the unforgiving wilderness for nothing. Usually they'd get sent anthrax mails days afterwards so they'd die quickly after dismissal. The head of Secret Intelligence didn't like loose ends.

Brody was still here and very much alive though.

"Commander?" A meek stray voice asked.

Brody closed the locket and looked at Rat-face.

"Coming." He smiled.