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returned to the Sulaco. The MP's on guard didn't challenge him for ID
when he marched through the connecting airlock. They knew who he was and why
he was there.
In 2 days the vessel was shipping out with a new crew. Unlikely he'd ever
see it again. His last job here was clearing out his locker, then it didn't
matter. He'd find a station apartment and a temporary job until he was
reassigned or worse.
The bastards really knew how to twist stories around their chubby unworked
corporate fingers. Company lies against his mens lives. The colonists lives.
A few pieces of paper had thrown them all away without the slightest sign of
human compassion.
Hicks went to the common exercise room to let off steam, starting on
bringing himself back to peak condition while he was about it. Then he
showered and dressed in off-duty attire before watching Newscasts on the
control deck, whiling away the hours before he had to be off the vessel.
Ripley didn't really feel like it, but Akane Sakura hit the "on" stud on the TV to
watch the memorial broadcast at about the same time as Hicks.
The Company president himself was delivering the edict. No wonder. This
reflected directly on everything he and his predecessors had fought for.
"....The Colonists had no way of knowing t
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