We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
IV. Uneasy Reunion
IV. Uneasy Reunion Colonel Brian Mayhew sat on a folding chair in the middle of a rented warehouse, blaster resting in his lap, waiting in the dark. One of the advantages to being deputy commander of the Republican Special Commando Forces was access to unlimited slush funds and black accounts to finance pretty much any operation, no questions asked, and the Republican taxpayers inevitably picked up the bill. Mayhew usually tried to use that power responsibly — for the greater good of the Republic and the universe, but not for himself — but occasionally even he was tempted by access to nigh unlimited amounts of credits and so he had rented this warehouse. Besides, he suspected that the majority of Republican taxpayers would agree with this particular mission of his, whether it was officia
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD