“Yeah, the war was hard,” Atlas said with a soft chuckle, “but the idea of losing freedom and democracy was even harder.”
The room was dimly lit, three cameras pointed at Atlas Piper, commander of the SES Lord of Vigilance. The table he sat at had a man in an all black techy tuxedo suit, with a divider microphone in between them, both positioned to pick up the audio clearly from both parties.
“So tell me Piper, from finding alien samples, slaughtering the automatons or terminids, fighting alongside many helldivers, and so much more, how did you rise above and become not only the wealthiest helldiver, but also the most feared man in existence?” the reporter asked.
Atlas took notice of the golden badge attached to his torso, the name engraved in carbon fiber read the name “Naji”. Atlas clasped his hands together and breathed out a sigh while staring at the ceiling, a tear rolling down his cheek and into his dark brown beard. He took a moment to recall his times, from before he started, to when he retired.
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“Look Naji,” he said quietly with his head down, “if we’re gonna get into this, I need two things, a pint of whiskey on the rocks, and a whole lot of your time. Can you accept to these terms?”
Naji nodded his head, “Support! Bring this man a pint of whiskey!” he yelled while snapping his fingers twice. “Commander Atlas, I have heard stories and possibly myths about your legendary career. So with that being said, I have nothing but time if it means I am graced with your presence and words.” Naji would say while standing, both hands on the desk slightly leaning toward Atlas to show the severity of his honesty.
The automated door slid open with a *whoosh* and a young male teenager carefully placed the drink in front of Atlas, “One pint of whiskey!” he would say while giving the now retired commander a salute with his fist in front of him. Atlas would stand and salute back to him, following it up with a quick gulp of the whiskey.
After returning to his seat, Atlas cracked his neck multiple ways and stretched his shoulders.
“It all started when I was granted the opportunity to be the commander of the SES Lord of Vigilance.”
The room fell silent.