Prole Crewman Second Class!
Of course I would find flaws in my inspection. Why would you think you would be worth this? In the Steel Bond’s Loyal Armada we take the best, they are the only ones worthy of the sacred trust we bear.
And you are not worthy of this.
It’s not unexpected. None can be worthy, none can understand until they’ve watched the first fellow crew member get ripped into the Big Suck when an Ion Lance shears off an engine nacelle. None can understand what it is like to be in the lanes, a dozen jumps from home, and half as many from a friendly system.
We earn our place, if we live long enough, our seat, our right to vote. We are not given it. Have you already forgotten? Do not look surprised. It’s why most are here. It’s why I first joined. But not why I stayed, even after the arm.
We are heirs to the Syncretic Common-while it collapsed under infighting we’ve slowly spread, through volunteer union by each new state that joined. We’re now ten proud worlds, but one flag. The imperium forgot about us almost as soon as we we settled here. We’re not the wealthiest, we’re not the largest, but we are strong as we do this for the Bond. We do this for our Union and our people. We are beyond ourselves, we are caretakers of The People’s trust. Through that we survive.
You are not worthy of this. But if you survive thirty years in This People’s Armada, you will become worthy.
Now clean your bunk. You have ten decicycles and I’ll be back.
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