Hell and Back again: a Servants Tale

[Markam]

Appearance; Hair grown, eyes green, height just over 6ft, minor Space Pilots Back Syndrome gives a shorter impression.
Age; Mid thirties.
Emotional state; Stable, under the circumstances.

The medical assessment read like a slavers auction notice, but this fellow was no slave, not in the literal meaning of the word. A servant, a soldier, a sucker. Yet it didn't feel forced, it felt like free will. What was the point though? A Zoner might ask. Who do you think you serve? A communist may preach. Why do you fight, when you are losing? A Gallic could propagandize. All valid questions, the answers to which held no meaning to Captain John Redmond, servant of the realm.

There is an old saying. Surviving the war is easier than surviving the peace. Which is fortunate, as peace has been long coming, especially for John. Two wars in quick succession. Surviving may be easy for a while yet. John has saw fit to return to the front, after many years piloting for the Leeds resistance, which, while you cannot call it the "back", was far from the real fight, the only fight that will sway this war, the one up there, in the stars.

John did not spare thought for the peace, it was as if there was no peace to be had, that this would go on forever. In a way, he wanted it to go on forever, battle stations was a station of comfort, a station which best not be departed from. There were fortunately no shortage of enemies at the gates.

Days since return to active service: 63.
Current location; HMS Venerable, Invincible-Class Bretonia Carrier, Planet Dover, New London System.
Current station; Battle stations.

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Markam is evil