Everything in space looks calm.

I mean, there's just a fleet of ships, well ordered and pristine. Glowing around the engines and weapons ports and entirely silent. They glide slowly around the vastness of the universe, travelling at incredible speed but with no sense of perspective. Even when they're destroyed it's elegant: there's no unsightly explosion or screaming, piercing noise - the vessels just split and dissipate into twirling fragments of immense danger. I've seen that before, our own ships used as giant frag grenades that can catch the line unawares with an attack from behind. Yeah... I saw that a few times.

Lucky buggers.

Back here in the real world, down on Denaco, nothing's calm. The mines, with their clunking and screeching and muddy, disorganised droids clanging and clunking and burning and hauling. They're not calm. Denaco Crater's a lot of things, but it 'ain't calm.

Then there's the cities, which are just as bad but in a different way. There's the hustle and bustle and the people crying and shouting and laughing. They're not calm.

And then there's the battlefields. And they sure as hell ain't calm. They try and pretend it is, but it ain't. They keep me, my mates an' crew from it as best they can but at the end of the day, this is a war. Even if we're valuable because we can fix the even more valuable things, we're not invulnerable.

First Engineer James Bryans, at your service.

[Possibly more to come, depending on if you lot like this. I quite like writing short scenes tho.]