Fwiffo looked out the view port of the space station at the Foolhardy, the first ship of her class. Sleek. Shiney. Swift. A tiny suffocating death trap. Fwiffo looked out into space. Expansive. Mysterious. Majestic. Full of bloodthirsty murderous barbarians.
Why am I here, anyway?
Because you were drafted into the Volunteer Corps, you dolt.
That's right, I was drafted. Save our world from the impending doom that's coming to destroy us. Why any of us are here at all, save the Fajopog. Weight of the world, my people, hell with my luck the universe, alternate realities, maybe even time it-*cough cough cough*.
Breathe, you dolt.
Why oh why oh why me. I don't want to be here! I want to be home! Safe! Quietly drifting through the currents of the bay. Happy. Content. Safe. What deity did I piss off to deserve this? Will the torment and danger ever end?
"Uh, Captain Fwiffo? Shouldn't we be boarding the ship?"
Fwiffo looked at his Second in Command.
"No."
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