Traveller in space, fighter if needed. Usually sitting in a station bar and listening to stories, while enjoying the good stuff.
If you like to reach out into ORE space and need a local guide, call on me.
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Harkness: 'Scuse me, Mr. Tremaine, but I think I see something. Tremaine: And where would that happen to be, Chief? You really ought to be a bit more precise in making these minor sighting reports, you know. Harkness: [earnestly] Yes, Sir. Sorry 'bout that, Sir. Guess I'm just getting old, Sir. I'll try not to let it happen again, Sir. Maybe next time I can find you a younger, fitter flight engineer, Sir. And then– Tremaine: And then you can tell me where you saw whatever you saw before I come back there and have Master Chief Ascher take care of you for me, Chief!
~David Weber
Henke: All things considered, Her Grace's plan may not have been the single rashest, most foolhardy, do-or-die, all-or-nothing throw of the dice in the history of the Royal Manticoran — or Grayson — Navy. If it wasn't, however, I have so far failed to find the plan that was.