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by Iain Rob Wright

Hopper's bravery and skill had been showcased to deadly affect when he’d taken down the 400,000 tonne destroyer with his much lighter 8,000 tonne Warrior attack craft.

I'm just saying, how much energy would it take to have these two aircraft flown into space to start with?

In the early 21st Century, it had been determined that the moon had no use whatsoever for scientific or resource purposes, but there was still one other use still to be exploited: Real Estate.

So relevant...right now they're discussing future mining of the moon.

“You okay?” Lexi asked Hopper. The bridge of his nose was swollen and his eyes were dark. “I used to take worse beatings from my father so, yeah, I’m good.” Lexi raised her eyebrows. “Are you being serious? That’s horrible.” Hopper shrugged. “Made me what I am today. I joined the corps to leave my past behind. I worked my arse off and made sure I was the best, so that I never had to feel worthless ever again.”

"Character development"

Lexi spotted the handgun on the floor and quickly snatched it up. She estimated five dead guards in total and fired at the closest without even blinking. The round took the dead guard between the eyes and dropped him cold.

But she's not a soldier JSYK

Hopper picked up a chair and threw it. Everyone stared at him in surprise, but he just shrugged his shoulders. “Felt like a throw a chair moment.”