[b][u] boredom[/u][/b]
On a ship, even one as large as the infinity, there was only so much you can do. Only so many training missions you could run, so many movies you could watch, before you ran out of things to do.
Sgt Patterson sat half on a table, loading ammunition into magazines. He looked around the dinning facility, the ship's internal clock had the time at noon, first shift was eating, or should have been. This damn ship didn't have much of a crew. He'd gotten used to serving on military ships, as much as he hated to admit it, he missed the squids, the men where easy to get along with, as long as you made fun of the marines or the Air Force. The women, there were some stories he had.
He smiled to himself and shook his head, now these robots weren't much conversation and the people here were pretty insular.
This was new for the operator, largely the people here were civilians or mercs.
And so he checked his equipment, loaded ammunition, and chewed on a few pieces of the freeze dried food that was always on hand.
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English
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"Suit yourself, I guess. Firearms are my mainstay, but at the end of the day a dead bad guy is a dead bad guy."
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[b]Zion nods in agreement, adjusting his toga slightly. Around his collar bones lies a ring of black yin patterned tattoos. They seem like marks of triumph or valor.[/b] [i]"What brought you here? Usually patriots fight for more than private military."[/i]
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"Well, when your commanders deem it necessary for you to accompany that private army you do it."