From ‘The Young Soldier: Pursuing Dreams‘
Don scowled. “Fine!” he snapped. “I’m sick and tired of being restricted because of who I am. I’m tired of having a father whose position gets me stepping into shit piles everywhere I go. I’ve worked too hard to get here, just to sit in the belly of a ship, grounded because my Cobra might get shot down. God forbid we ever get into a real fight. Lauden might have to tuck me away in a pod and jettison me from the Morning Star, lest she take damage!”
“Well, shoo, General! It’s no good letting all that negativity build up. You go crazy like that. We all angry, but you don’t see Xena and me keeping it in.”
“Xena?”
Syke grinned wickedly. “That’s Ki’s codename. She don’t like it much, so she forbid us using it.”
“She forbid you?”
“Yup, she hates it.”
“But you don’t obey anyone.”
Syke smirked. “Yeah, well, she good in a fight. It’s why I trust her to back me up.”
Don’s jaw dropped. “You’re actually afraid of her, aren’t you?”
Syke guffawed but didn’t answer.
“You are!” Don laughed and kept laughing as Syke scowled in response.
“What’s up with him?” Lana asked from somewhere behind Don.
One look at her perplexed expression was all it took to send Don into another round of uncontrolled laughter.
“Not a clue,” Syke snapped. “Probably gone stir crazy.”
Lana frowned. “I ain’t flying with no crazy man.”
Syke patted her shoulder sympathetically as he stood. “It’s okay. He’ll be better in a few days.”
“Not gonna cut it,” she answered. “Yo-Yo finally landed us a mission.”
The words were hardly out of her mouth when Don sobered. He jumped up to face her.
“When?”
“Briefing in ten.”
Syke and Don whooped and ran from the mess hall, leaving Lana to grab their trays and dispose of them.
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