[Bel lay back, with that quiet reminder that things are over. Will have been over for years, possibly, when they go back.
Elena was a damn good Admiral. Studied under Tung, with a strong eye for strategy and more sense than should be wasted on a mercenary crew... Quinn would be good as well. Far more in the little Admiral's pace, she would take the wilder missions, and be more sensible in other ways.
But it would be different, the electric spark of possibility, of Nexus changing events would simmer out and steady into what it had been. What it needed to be: taking the usual jobs for the usual pay, to keep everything floating.
Three years, Miles had vanished for the first time, not a single word back. No missions, no orders, not even a status or position check. They'd wondered what they were doing, what had drawn them so deeply that this arm was left to hang.
Things would go well. They'd probably actually live to retire, with a cushy pillow of funds.]
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Elena was a damn good Admiral. Studied under Tung, with a strong eye for strategy and more sense than should be wasted on a mercenary crew... Quinn would be good as well. Far more in the little Admiral's pace, she would take the wilder missions, and be more sensible in other ways.
But it would be different, the electric spark of possibility, of Nexus changing events would simmer out and steady into what it had been. What it needed to be: taking the usual jobs for the usual pay, to keep everything floating.
Three years, Miles had vanished for the first time, not a single word back. No missions, no orders, not even a status or position check. They'd wondered what they were doing, what had drawn them so deeply that this arm was left to hang.
Things would go well. They'd probably actually live to retire, with a cushy pillow of funds.]
Oh, it'll be fine.