"I'll be glad to share the WHOLE story over a campfire."
"Good, and I'll be sure to include my story there too, and the hard liquor."
Evans whistled to himself after hearing the story, sounded like Deck was one tough nutjob , or just insane, if he chose to go on a mission with a nobleman whose sister he'd spirited away.
Letting his mind wander he looked out the cockpit, a rare occurance for the soldier. It wasn't at all like Earth's area, nothing could ever compare to the beauty that his Homeworld held in his mind, but it was still a good sight.
Turning away from the window, he walked into the ship's main area, they needed to plan this out properly.
hit(&head, desk, HARD);