them. DNA tests were never performed and the kids got to make their
own choices, who they wanted to be. Derek didn’t know if it was fate or
fortune that lead to him turning out the way he did. After all he had to
consider himself lucky. Most of the orphans there grew up to be
criminals.
The stars were beautiful. The craft they sat in was luxurious. Everyone
was clean and polished, especially the Knights. Martin abruptly
commented “quality armour for a quality ship. Don’t wanna get my
furniture dirty. Actually speaking of dirt, I shoulda made you change
into something a bit more- well less… battle ravaged. Makes you look
like a dirty old Earth peasant. Gonna have to get my maid to clean that
quality white leather you’re sitting on afterwards, but don’t you worry
about that. My maid has plenty of time. She’s a private maid actually,
this ship only. Paid thrice as much as those vehicle pool cleaners for a
fraction of the work. Why? Because she’s got a good temperament. I’ve
known her from the days she cleaned that coffee stall back on Geisen
years ago. I’d trust her with my life. You on the other hand are the
complete damn opposite. You’d probably slit my throat without a
second to spare, throwing all this damn monologuing out the damn
window.”
Martin sighed. “It’ll be done soon. You shall see soon. The truth.”
Derek continued to stare outside. “I’ll prove it” he said “I’ll find the
truth, our truth and I’ll prove to you that you’re wrong. And then I’m
going to kill you.”
Martin smiled. He always did to something like this. “In the end, you’ll
come to know me as a very reasonable man and maybe even a friend.
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