Epilogue
We are seventeen standard days into the War of Charybdis. The people are coalescing, finding their shape amid the chaos of war, a galactic nation forged in the fires of a great revolution.Fighters defend Charybdis and smugglers embark on dangerous transport missions. Medical facilities are overrun, filled with the dead an dying.
The smell of blood is in the air ...the smell of freedom.
**Nurse Squill:** He's up and moving again, the first thing he did was pull the plug on his painkillers.
**Dr. Slike:** The limbs are regenerating at a normal rate, I think we should remove the feeding tubes.
**Nurse Squill:** Have you noticed, he has a resemblance to...
**Dr. Slike:** Shhhh... Quiet down Gretchen, he's just another patient. He came in without an identity and we aren't going to get involved in anything over our heads.
**Nurse Squill:** ...But the hat.
**Dr. Slike:** Gretchen, you have a family, I have a family. This isn't something we're going to discuss.
