Rolando and Kyriac had been sitting in the transport station for two days. There had been no shuttles or any outbound traffic due for at least a week. Rolando thought this was an oversight by command, Kyriac thought it was just Rolando not paying attention to schedules. Either way it meant both men spent time in the transport station trying not to kill each other while they waited. As to why they were in the station and not in a hotel, those had all been booked up by a local festival, something about comets. Rolando theorized this was probably what the cult was doing there, planning on killing everyone in time for one of the comets, but he had nothing to back that up and so it was just a theory.
"This sucks." Kyriac was laying face down on one of the benches, he'd been throwing a ball to himself but recently lost it.
"I keep calling command they keep telling me they'll send someone when someone is available."
"They are liars and you should have checked to see how backwater this place was."
"You keep blaming me, but I don't think this is my fault." Rolando had taken to starting a journal, he had only gotten one sentence down -This Place sucks. He felt it was representative of the experience.
"Of course not Lieutenant, its not like this wasn't your operation and its not like you didn't properly scout out an ex filtration."
"Well when you say it like that."
"You just hoped your stupid luck would carry the day and there would be like a freighter or something to pick us up didn't you?"
"I'm not going to say no to that instead I'll just focus intently on my journal and pretend you don't exist."
"Why do I get the feeling this is almost an exact word for word conversation that has occured between your father and someone else?" Rolando didn't answer and Kyriac went to find his ball, it was amazing how unprepared the Lieutenant really was, it was almost enough for him to file a report, but he figured why even waste the report.
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