HANGER DEC # !2
Roy was more stone-faced that unsual...if that was possible...during the ceremony, participating in the toast and saluting with an almost mechanical precision. After the bodies had been ejected, and the announcements made, he stepped over to the static field, staring out at the stars...one might have thought he was looking to follow the bodies in their journey, but with the pace the Hermes was keeping to reach Etna in a timely fashion, the bodies were falling behind them in a long trail that had ended far out of visual range, now.
The shot glass was still in his hand, emptied, until he tossed it idly out the field a few moments later. He knew there were many in the crew that had taken it hard that they'd been fighting humans, this time around...but he'd been fighting humans that had sided with the Empire, on Earth, for longer than some of the troopers attending the send-off had been alive, before he ever boarded the Hermes. To him, it was just another enemy encounter...just a much more costly one than they were accustomed to.
He glanced down at his left arm, hanging in a sling at his side. The sling was almost not needed, at this point...his arm would still have been tender, but he'd been able to clean and dress himself with a minimum of trouble. He hoped it would be back to normal by the time they reached Etna, as he had a sneaking suspicion that there would be confrontations there which could only be effectively resolved by judicious application of brute force...and if it was done amongst the ranking personnel of the respective groups, it would forestall many other similar confrontations in the lower ranks.
That, memories of operations with Madsen and others who'd been lost, contemplations of his own mortality, a review of why he chose to fight when he no longer had anyone left on Earth about whom to be concerned, aside from those he'd served with who were there fighting in resistance operations...it all streamed through his mind, in that curious way that seems to be eternal ponderance while at the same time barely lasting a fraction of an eyeblink, while he stood there staring out at the starfield.