talking to him. Corey is in a light green Navigator suit while Amon is in
combat fatigues. Amon approaches Corey from the left side.)
Amon: Hey Corey!
Corey: Oh, it's Amon! Hey man, what's going on?
Amon: Listen that report you wanted on the Seraphim ship is in your inbox.
Corey: (concerened) Is everyone on your squad all right?
Amon: (reassuringly) Yeah, We're all healed up, now. Dax and Lon are all healed
up and Minnie and Cochrain are almost one hundred percent. Noticed I said, "Almost".
Corey: What ever you faced up against gave you one hell of fight on Seraphim.
I don't remember did we collect samples?
Amon: Yeah, tech department collected all that goo from all of that thing we faced.
Do you know we faced back there?
Corey:To tell you the truth, it looked nothing like we have faced in the past.
That was some fierce shit you faced back there. I still haven't talked to Taj
about the sample. Need to do soon, Captain said my report was due in like two
weeks. I was working on it in my room before my shift started. I'm tempted to
peek at it while I'm doing nothing.
Amon: Are you fucking serious? You're doing 'nothing' right now? You are driving
the McPherson. That shit requires utmost concentration and insane skills.
Corey:(embarassed.) Well, my dad was navigator for those transports during
the transports for the colonists. He had to quick in everything.
Amon: Don't be embarassed, man. Your Dad helped a just cause out there back in
the day. Those transports kept people alive during the planetary siege.
Corey: Before we glamourize my dad's service to the colonies too much, Need something?
Amon: (Defensive) Don't need a reason to talk to the man that keeps us alive during
our boarding missions.
Corey: (embarassed) Sorry. Not like it's been a stressful shift actually.
I was just getting started on my report when I rememebered I need to be in the
Nav room on time. Hate being late.
Amon: Shouldn't be so focused on navigation. Gotta remember it's all AI pilot.
that doing all the heavy lifting. You just figure the coordinates and shit.
Corey: Well, that's true.
Amon: Have you gone to counseling, yet?
Corey: (shrug shoulders.)
Amon: C'mon man, there are things a man shouldn't be bothered by. Things he need to
get off his chest.
Corey: I've been putting off my Seraphim report for awhile now and...
Amon: Just make any good excuse, hunh? Your Dad taught you better than that.
Corey: I've just been stressed out lately. This job is figureative taking a bite
out of me.
Amon: (puts hand on Corey's shoulder.) Listen, don't think you're alone in all this.
You're not the only one who does this for a living. There are thousands who are doing this
or have done it before. You can't let shit, like what happened at Seraphim, bother you.
It's happened many a time before Seraphim.
Corey: (looks back) You don't understand. Watching all of that combat and hearing the yells.
Oh god, the yells. I felt helpless. I want to fucking abandon my post, pick up the nearest
armor and get the nearest rifle and find where you were at and fucking blast that thing.
I don't give a shit if I have the basic of firearms qualifications. I'm not the type of
person who just sits there and fucking does nothing. FUCK NO! I gotta do shit, man
No man, there were other controllers telling me to sit down or face suspension.
I had to have someone tell me I was doing good with your squad with a Comm. Set
then with a rifle. BULLSHIT!(gets up) I was fucking furious with myself. I hate feeling
helpless. I was put in the universe to help the helpless. Not feel helpless myself.
It took the captain physically restraining me and threatening suspension of duties
to keep myself from that fight. All that while, there were still screams and gunfire
I had to compose myself for a moment before I had gave you orders to escape.
(gets angrier)I still absolutely loathe myself for not going into combat teams when I had the
chance. Fuck, I can't even stand myself now! I'm not even worthy of being in
your presence. How can I live with myself. I can't. I just can't/
Amon: (calm) I realize all that. But with your condition, in that situation,
you would've fucking slaughtered before anyone realized what was going on.
Look, Corey, those people were right. You helped out alot on that Comm. Set
than if you had a rifle. You have to realize, that if you hadn't been the one
that looked into the blueprints had formulated an escape plan, I would've been
dead. Everyone would've been dead. Listen, I'm going to talk to the Captain
about counseling services for you and maybe some prescriptions for your stress.
I realize you can't handle stress and maybe you shouldn't have followed your Dad's
career path in to Navigation. But you went what you felt you should and it helped
out alot of us in the end.
Corey: (settles down) Coming from you, that means alot. I really hope you do it.
Amon: (certain) I'm going to do it for you, okay?
Corey: Okay.
Amon: I'll just give a few minutes to compose yourself all right?
Corey: Okay.