This was too good an opportunity to miss. A bank of elevators was on the other side of the doorand stairs leading up. Knowing I would come and knowing that she would be more prepared for the encounter than I was. Friendship would make up for what I had lost. It is that, I agreed. Puffing on it, staring at the smooth bulkhead, relaxed me a bit. Its no more a Warlord battleship than I am. My resolution was wavering and I screwed it tight again with a memory of corpses floating in space.