JMac couldn't help but grin as he stepped into the crowded Vast Empire lounge again. Man, it was good to be back. The lounge really hadn't changed much at all. The bartender droid still looked exactly the same, the pool tables and holo-game boards were still in their designated places. Still, there were a lot of missing faces in the midst of the familiarity.
Shaking off his reverie, JMac strode inside and up to the bar, where his squadron commander was nursing a large cup of something foul.
"Arturus, long time no see."
Arturus jumped as if he'd been goosed, then turned to look at the dark man standing behind him. "Emperor's bones, JMac, that you? How have you been?"
JMac's hand met Art's with a loud slap. "Not too shabby, how about you?"
"I've been just great. So, why are you here? Last I heard, you were headed for some planet in the unknown regions."
JMac's face seemed to grow tight for a second, and his ice blue eyes flashed, but then the moment passed. "Yeah, I had some... business to take care of, but I'm back now, and apparently I've been assigned to your squadron."
"Really? That's great! You sure you still know how to fly, though? You were riding a desk for some time."
"You kidding? I can fly circles around an..." He was cut short by a loud beep from his com-link. Around the lounge, a few other beeps could be heard.
"Looks like your gonna get your chance," Arturus said. "We're being called to the briefing room."
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LCM_FL_ JMac/Kaph 3-1/(=A=)(=SA=)(=MA)(=FOCE=)(MC1)
It's God's job to forgive Bin Laden... It's our job to arrange the meeting -USMC
Semper Fidelis
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