“Support from us two won’t get you anywhere,” said Brungess.  “I’m just an EDF soldier, and he’s just an everyday run-of-the-mill commander for 4th’s TASK FORCOM.” “Hey!” exclaimed Mansel. “You guys are missing the point,” said Meelan.  “This could help the UNSF out greatly.  Added firepower. The Imps wouldn’t dare oppose us if they saw we had such power.  They would cower. “Not just that,” he continued, picking up speed, “it’s an adventure to be had.  Better than the last one.  We were musketeers then; what’s happened to your senses of adventure since?  Have they left with your loss of command, Mansel?  Perhaps they left with Brungess’s increase in rank.  Whatever the case, even the slightest bit of an adventure used to entice us.  What’s happened?” “We’ve grown up,” answered Mansel.  “Both mentally and in importance to the UNSF and EDF.  We have more responsibility now.” “Grown up?” asked Meelan.  “Mansel, you’re twenty-nine; Brungess, you’re thirty-one.  You mean to tell me that you’re too old to go and explore the galaxy?  Mansel... Aramis, isn’t that what you’ve always wanted to do?  Now this is your chance.” Mansel glanced at Brungess before addressing Meelan.  “If we go or not, you’re still going, aren’t you?” Meelan nodded. Brungess sighed.  “If you’re going, you’re gonna need someone level headed enough to get you out of your harebrained situations.” “And you’re gonna need someone to get you into them,” said Mansel.  “We’ll go along to make sure you make it back alive.”  He looked over at Lt. Col. Brungess.  “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” “Neither can I.” Meelan laughed and looked at his two best friends for live.  “All for one,” he said, reciting the motto of a legend from centuries ago that all knew well. Brungess nodded and looked over at Mansel.  “And one for all.”