Triumphant Return?
01 May 2016Tristan Pacheco
The 50th Fighter Squadron jumped out at Mars this morning and took shuttles to Earth. Apparently we've accrued enough leave for the return to be mandatory. None of us protested when we learned of our living arrangements upon our return. A massive hotel in North America called the Oblique. I dunno who chose that name or why, but the interior speaks for itself. We're set for a couple of weeks. Of course, laying in the back of our heads is the nagging worry that everything's about to go to shit, but enough alcohol will erase anyone's worry. As a disclaimer I'm not drunk writing this, but I can't say the same for all the Black Angels. Tomorrow I have to file a report of our combat forays for the last bazillion years and submit them to Eickert, which I'm super-pumped about (not), and then I'm gonna try to get a hold of my family. I'd like to see them while I'm on leave. I know they've been struggling financially, so I'd love to see the look on their faces when I dump 20,000 credits into their account. Until then, I'm gonna go polish off the fruit bar in the lobby before Napier drunkenly stumbles onto it, then get some shut-eye.