Padeye removers
An excerpt from Mongruxx: Starship Umbra — Book 2 (Chapter 23 — Scene 9)
Golgoth looked down at his feet. His enormous belly partly obscured his view, but it still put a smile on his face to see his old combat boots on his feet. The loaner pair sat in the corner of the driver’s pit. Seneca, the Ol’ bastard complained that Golgoth was turning it into his shoe closet, he thought with a chuckle.
Perhaps something sat wrong with the gods. The wholesale slaughter of the Ogin armour felt wrong somehow. Like it wasn’t a fair fight.
It wasn’t.
In war, nothing is fair. Innocents are often killed as collateral damage.
Life itself is capricious and often uncaring. The universe isn’t a nice place. It’s dangerous and deadly, full of people, places, and things that want to kill you and worse.
We’re just bugs on a rock, hurtling outward at forty percent of the speed of light for the few brief moments that we live.
Hubris.
Golgoth looked at his boots again, a gentle smile on his face. One could only enjoy the small things: friends, laughter, love, a good pair of boots.
Seneca the Ol’ bastard looked over at Golgoth for a moment. “Everything ok?”
Golgoth nodded. “Just contemplating this life and my place in it.”
Seneca scratched…
