It had been a long flight - the broken Dragon fighter was docked on the Trotsky, and, while at gunpoint by several SCRA troopers, and explaining his reason for being here, he was led to a small room, given a number, and told to wait.
His name was Ketsu Shigemori, he was shaking, but his eyes were confidant, and as he clutched the ticket, bowed to the person who gave it to him, and sat down, he wondered if everything that had come before was just a passing moment to the now. Or if this was the beginning of something greater. Or the end of what could have been.
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