“We’re hitting the Aegis refinery at 0400,” London grumbled, his voice like gravel. “No mistakes. This isn’t a training sim.”
As they prepped their gear, the camaraderie was unspoken but absolute. They were the outliers, the ones the Federation called when diplomacy failed and the odds were impossible.
“And back,” London replied, slamming a fresh power cell into his rifle.
“We’re hitting the Aegis refinery at 0400,” London grumbled, his voice like gravel. “No mistakes. This isn’t a training sim.”
As they prepped their gear, the camaraderie was unspoken but absolute. They were the outliers, the ones the Federation called when diplomacy failed and the odds were impossible. OF - Lawrence London, Halif Faruk, Roman Mercur...
“And back,” London replied, slamming a fresh power cell into his rifle. “We’re hitting the Aegis refinery at 0400,” London