Joe sighed and handed his friend a squirt bottle full of alcoholic beverage. One couldn't drink it in glasses on Luna and cans were nearly impossible to drink from as well. Correction, it wasn't really Luna proper, but a station orbiting it that he was on board but that still didn't matter. It meant near weightlessness, no oxygen, and lots of boring greyish rock for all. But it was his home, and damn it, he loved it just the same.
They were both 'seated' in special chairs that were bolted to the ground. Harnesses lightly held them in place. Although they did have the option to just go floating off where ever they pleased, it was considered rude and usually became a pain for others to go selfishly floating where ever you pleased. Joe's wife was in the next room over with the kids and wouldn't appreciate boots scuffs on the ceiling either.
"Why the hell do I keep doing this, Carl? Why do we keep fighting?" he asked a little too loudly. Carl whispered softly for him to quiet down. The kids had a good scare earlier when UN troopers ransacked their home looking for contraband. Luckily they never found the rifles hiding inside of the air filtration system.
"I dunno, man." Carl's voice often had a soft almost sleek tone to it that was calming as he spoke, "We just do. Why did our ancesters a thousand years ago rebel against the empire?"
Joe sniffed loudly, "Tea." he took a sip, "They fought over tea." and they shared a short chuckle.
"Ya man, but this is about air. I mean, we gotta be able to breathe." Carl scratched the back of his neck. It still amazed him that people could be so calous.
"I know. I'm just tired. All we do is trick them attack drones and then destroy 'em. Today they got wise and sent that platoon. When will it come to bloodshed? I don't wanna see that day." Joe said, his voice rising too much again as he got excited.
"I don't know. I don't like to think about it. Its pretty depressing. But they ain't going to stop. Especially after the mining plants are shut down. Nope, your going to see more and more of them Marines, I tell ya." Carl exhaled slowly, picturing the scene in his mind.
"Hey, maybe me'n Sharle can hit it out to Mars. That might be far enough for now to get away from them bastards." Joe smiled.
"Maybe. I haven't decided what I'll do when the shit hits the fan. But I think you and your family should be getting. Well, thanks for the drink." Carl unstrapped himself and tipped his cap at his friend while pushing himself, now weightless and unrestricted towards the door out.
"Thank you too. And good luck to you." Joe waved at his departure.
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