bases on Earth and the other colonies will be dealt with swiftly and
easily. Their current leadership would fall to General Lax Cross. Strict
fellow, but smart. Nonetheless, he will fall too. In chains or in pieces.”
Derek stood up and tried to move. It was slow and difficult. “I just
want out. Take me back to Earth, as far as possible from anything
USOC, NorthCo or Orbi-Sec. I will take you up on that offer. This is
something I’d rather never have to deal with ever again.”
“
I understand you perfectly” said the Admiral. I think you deserve a
mansion or a villa for your contribu ons to our cause.”
“
Fine” replied Derek, as long as I don’t have to hear about any of this again.
“
That I can promise” smiled the Admiral. “We can start preparing right
away. And again, I cannot thank you enough for what you have done.” He
pa ed Derek on the back yet again. “I’ll show you to your room on this ship
for now while we get things ready.”
“
Sure” replied Derek as he followed the Admiral out.
And despite all that he had heard and experienced, he knew that he
didn’t make the right choice. There was never a right choice. The time
he spent at Geisen made USOC seem like the savoir, the answer to all of
the galaxy’s problems, and that he was raised by a pirate, and a mass
murderer. NorthCo’s intentions weren’t close to pure either. An end
goal of complete USOC elimination and then controlling the galaxy to
their liking. At least under USOC’s influence, the galaxy was stable.
Derek believed that he was raised by his father, not a pirate, and to
believe that, he had to believe in Orbi-Sec, and in turn, NorthCo. It was
inevitable that there will be more conflicts to come, but at least this
time he can live them out in peace. Mansions were always too big for
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