( dead people, mila manages not to say, because there's bleak humour in the face of imminent death and there's sharp reminders of the fact that a ship taken out by their ineptitude wouldn't be the first ship to go down today and hoping you'll still be alive to attend the funerals is a complex series of emotions at best. she'd rather not look too closely into those dark places - in herself or anyone else - when she's trying very hard to ram explosive rounds up the arse of something that doesn't technically have an arse.
which is not fucking easy, jostling through the cluster of drones and at one point she is just blindly firing towards movement and praying. )
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which is not fucking easy, jostling through the cluster of drones and at one point she is just blindly firing towards movement and praying. )
Taking suggestions on sentimental card notes.