[i]"Make of it what you will, but that's my side of the story."
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"If that was any more vague it would be painful." Nick sighed as he mulled the response over in my head. Doubting the fact that the colonel would make the issue public, mike would have to check with miles later. "scaring the bejeezus out of her though, isn't likely gonna help." he frowned. 

a little while later the ship A.I. perked up, announcing the approaching jump, nervous chat settled throughout the mess hall. Mike got up fro the table. 

"no offence, but we ought to leave." Nick said, "Loose tableware isn't good for a jump... our commons furniture is rated for jump right?" he asked, while he headed for the door. Once in the one way hall, he jogged down to his squads commons, preferring to look frantic, then to be plastered onto a bulkhead. 

flopping down into an empty chair, he shaked himself loose, and relaxed until the A.I. counted down. Closing his eyes, and gently exhaling, mike made the shift with minimal trouble, compared to his families shipping freighter, this was a breeze. watching as the shadow traces played with his vision, he pulled up his tablet, and checked for messages from his family before hitting his rack.

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In the morning, the grumpy Isorlai rolled out of his bed. Grumbling to himself, he stretched and crawled into his pilot suit. Exiting his room, helmet halfheartedly on his head, he shuffled to the coffee, tracking it more by smell then sight. 

"good morning colonel" he muttered with a salute on the way. "imma coffee, food...ready in five mam."