On two feet renewed by the re-gen treatment, Bard made his way off the shuttle. Back on Titan again, where he’d begun his career with the basic training all junior officers had to complete almost ten years ago. He’d learned Gordon and several of the other members of his unit had been aboard the Shepherd on its trek home. He hadn’t even tried to see them. A lethargy gripped him, one he could not shake or ignore. If he could just hang on long enough to put in his papers to resign his commission. After that, he really didn’t care. He could die or lose his mind or become a vegetable and it wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference.
The old military tradition of hurry up and wait still prevailed in the Uni-Fleet, more so at headquarters than off in the remote outposts. How in the name of all holy
