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Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Video broadcast to the fleet
Action: On the Iskaulit, near Wrath's mural, or later on the Windrose
When: May 30

[Wrath's just finished another part of her mural; it's visible behind her, the rolling fields and the starscape blending together somehow. For those her know her, she seems a bit more sober than normal, more thoughtful, pink hair and all. But this is something she's been thinking about for a while, as she's begun to unwind and consider things in a nominally safer environment.]

Hi everyone. This is lieutenant Wrath, of the Windrose. And...

I think there are a lot of people around like me. Soldiers and former soldiers, I mean. Active duty or discharged with honors or turfed out on medical, it doesn't matter. We were all soldiers and... we still are, maybe, because it's not something that just goes away with the uniform.

I think it would be good for us to talk some time. Just casual stuff. Maybe meet up on the Iskaulit for beer or coffee or hot chocolate for people who can't have alcohol or caffeine. [Like her.] Because... there are things about our lives that no one but us, but people like us, can really understand. And it's important to have someone who understands you, and what it's like to be in the shit, and what it's like to have your squad at your back.

Also, I just finished this phase of my mural, and I think next I want to do something that's for... us. Because we have people we should remember, and things we shouldn't forget. So I'm going to start working on the concept sketches for the next big panel, and I'd like to hear feedback and ideas from my fellow soldiers.

And everyone else, this doesn't mean that you're less special, or the rest of the mural is any less for you, or you're not allowed. I still care about all of you, too.

[But. It's not the same. She's not really sure how to put it, though, so she gives the camera a firm nod, and ends the video.]

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[Oh, excellent.

Thanks to some augment malfunctions, Max is not only young, but he's actually a vocal, social person who is more than willing to comment on the network. Bless his heart. The young fella gives the feed a little smile at the mural. Things like this feel less and less common back home, so it's... something.]

That's a great idea. I'm just a cop, and a newer one at that, but it's hard to forget the ones that came before me that didn't make it through the years. Or the boys back home who cover your back. So... guess I can understand that sentiment.

... Don't have active soldiers anymore, though. The wars've already warred.

I think... being a police officer might be similar, depending on how your city runs things. For a long time in Proles, the military was also in charge of administering justice. There's something about being in situations like that. About having squadmates.

[A wry quirk of the lips.] There are always more wars.

Not if there aren't anymore people left for war, right?

[BUT THAT'S TOO BLEAK, he's not one to stay too bleak]

There are police officers; that's about it, now. And they're woefully over-worked, s'far as I know. They made my branch specifically to fight all the bike gangs and criminal road-ragers on the highways. What's left of the highways, anyway.

[Wryness increases.]

We're the last city on my planet and we still managed it.

So you're basically the only kind of military arm there is. That's really tough, to not have a lot of backup. But you're doing the best you can to keep order and protect people. That's important.

[Well good for yoooou, Miss Pain Train.

But he shrugs, looking a bit humored.]

Keeping order on the streets, anyway. If you asked me to clean my room, I'd be the most useless creature on two legs.

[She grins, teasing.]

Ever meet an NCO and they'd cure you of that.

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