Prologue -

Planet: Whitefall

Time: October 10, 2518

The flashes of light are growing closer and closer. This has got be the hardest thing I’ve tried to ignore in my entire life. Ah, there’s nothing like impending doom to make one reflect. While I look out the window, the glow of the bombs as they come nearer and nearer is almost beautiful. Will Snake hurry it up with the damn fuel?

Ai ya, hwai leh! That shit is getting awfully close. Well here I am, on a busted ass ship with a bunch of relative strangers, the boat is sinking into the mud, and the Alliance has gone and decided to blow the entire planet to kingdom come with a dandy little nuclear holocaust. It’s at times like this you wonder how your ass got where it is. Since this boat ain’t going anywhere I guess I could indulge myself with a little flashback.

Chapter One: Life in the black

Dublin, that’s what my parents named the ship. It’s where my ancestors from Earth are from. We could be some of the last people in the gorram universe trying to hold on to some national pride from a long forgotten planet. My father even tried to put on a faux accent from time to time to impress clients. We never got those jobs. The Breene family consisted of William (myself), James the pilot and patriarch, and my maternal mechanic Betty. The Dublin was a transport ship. She moved food, rare goods, water, people, and last but certainly not least, weapons and munitions for the warring factions in the Unification War.

This was always a point of heated debate at the dinner table. Now my father fervently believed in the independence movement, being as how both he and my mother were from Athens. My dad wanted to commit the ship to the Independent Army, so they could serve the cause and all that hoopla. When it came down to brass tax, the alliance paid better, but whenever a Browncoat job came up Pops insisted on taking the offer.

Being often on the losing side, we found ourselves in some hairy situations often. Which is probably why my I’ve been carrying pistols sin