*Walks heavily to the table, raises his tankard and loudly proclaims*
*then proceeds to drink long and deep*
*Finally, sits down and places an almost emtpy tankard along with a bottle of an old dark Belgian beer*
I considered Hydra and her crew my home in this deep space. It pains me that at least two of them betrayed us all. It pains me even more when I remember Cessna was a very kind person, and has helped me a lot. May he rot in space.