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After their last Eleventh Hour Hail Mary mission, Grif had plopped down right among the dying enemy soldiers and said he wasn’t moving until he got some leave. He wouldn’t even budge for Sarge’s shotgun.
“We’ve saved the galaxy enough times. I think we deserve a vacation.”
No one could come up with a logical rebuttal for that so they headed to the nearest resort planet.
OR
Epsilon and the gang take a vacation, and it goes about as well as you'd expect.
rating: R for language
No one could come up with a logical rebuttal for that so they headed to the nearest resort planet.
OR
Epsilon and the gang take a vacation, and it goes about as well as you'd expect.
rating: R for language
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Chapter 1
“Blackwater is a neutral planet,” Simmons read from an advertisement as they skimmed over a midnight ocean, heading to the biggest space dock on the southern continent—a tourist hot-spot apparently. He continued to read off a long list of rules and regulations for visiting Blackwater while Church and Caboose watched their clunky approach out a side window.
“Why do you think they call it Blackwater?” Caboose asked, thoughtfully. “Do you think it’s because the water is black? Or do you think the water is black because the planet is called Blackwater?”
“That doesn’t even make sense, dumbass,” Tucker said from Caboose’s other side. “Why would the water change color to black just because the name of the planet has ‘black’ in it?”
Church reached around behind Caboose and smacked Tucker upside the head.
“According to the brochure,” said Wash, strolling over to join them (or maybe just trying to be closer to the emergency exit as they neared the dock), “the water on this planet appears black on the surface because of a mineral in the soil.”
Caboose mulled this over for a moment. “Neat.”
They bumped and bobbled along as Grif struggled to maintain altitude and pitch on his first landing approach. It usually took two or three tries if they didn’t want to crash and burn on impact, but they glided in, only slamming slightly into the docking bay before easily coming to a stop on the first attempt.
“Ha!” Grif shouted from the cockpit. “Nailed it.”
“Let’s wait and see the paint job before you start celebrating,” Carolina said with a chuckle.
“Whatever. You’re just jealous that I fly better than you.”
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