"Oh well, that's fucking great." Conrad slumps to the floor (table) as the mountain sized woman leaves.
The others look at him, shocked. He's the only command officer present and he should lead.
"I can't do this anymore. What's the fucking point?"
Jenny tries to comfort him, only to be brushed away. She doesn't know him well; none of them do, and everyone is scared. Right now someone has to take charge.
"Conrad, coms officer first class, we need you!"
"Fuck you. What's the point? You saw that. It's all gone to hell. What are you; stupid? The transfer fucked up. We're like the smallest insects stuck on a world of mountain sized monsters who clearly don't like us. Oh, forgive me if I don't jump up and down with optimism. Sorry, people, but we're fucking dead!"
"..!"
"Shut up! You don't know me! I didn't ask for this! I never wanted this. I signed up because it was what we had to do. What did you all do? I should've slept. I should've died when they attacked our world! I should've stayed and died with Alice in my arms. So forgive me if I don't jump up and lead you like some made-up litery hero. I'm REAL! I'm just a man, and forgive me if I hate every last fucking one of you!
"I don't want to be here! I never wanted this! I'm a communications officer, not a messiah. So fuck off and leave me to die in peace. Take my advice. You will too."
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