Geisen, Solar System
Mar n lead Derek back out where they came, and Wya joined back up.
Mar n con nued “It’s all set, Derek. Just say the word. We’ll take you to
back where it all began, where your father launched the warhead that
killed
eight million
people, eight million civilians. Men, women and children
just trying to live their lives.” Wya added “And you want to clear his
fucking name. That’s sweet.” Wya con nued to rub it in but that shi ed
naught in Derek’s course. “I’m sorry I keep rambling on like that, it’s just
that your whole goal is so idio c and fu le, and there aren’t enough ways
in the world to express it enough. But enough with that. Come with me. I’ll
personally escort you back to the Icarus, s ll a terrible name by the way.”
Wya lead a quiet Derek and slightly disapproving Mar n to the central
elevator.
What looked like half a centimetre of glass separated the inside of the
elevator from cold, dead space. It looked just as dangerous as it was
beautiful. Martin pointed out to the left. “I do believe we’re going that-
a-way.” He smiled. “I do so enjoy these intergalactic trips we take so
rarely. Gives us a chance to feel just how big the universe it, all the
opportunities we have now.” He looked at Derek and uttered in a
calmer but somewhat more threatening voice “space is larger than
anything you could ever imagine, and it’s ours. It’s USOC’s. All of it.
Be grateful that we’re not like the savages you are, that we don’t
massacre hundreds of you to make a point.”
Derek stared at the seemingly hypocritical man. He was angry, but
there was nothing he could do. “Don’t worry about the glass. It may
look thin, but it’s stronger than whatever shit-alloy steel they used on
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