Later, dawg [Open!]

[meat_mooks]

|| Attention, crew. Those who wish to attend the funeral of Matthew O'Connor, please report to the Observation Deck. ||

Another death announcement so soon after the last. It's a sad day.

Once again, the Observation Deck is arranged for the launch. The departed crew member, better known as Punchy in his lifetime, is encased in a central pod. The deck is lit by the starlight pouring in from the open window, a blazing blue star that will soon be Punchy's final resting place.

Another life lost. Time to say farewell once more.

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[appletastic]

"I'm sorry." Applejack bowed her head. It was hard. She knew loss well, but somehow you were never really fully prepared for it.

"Best we can do now is protect each other."

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Don't be. That man expected the best from me. If I sat and cried about him all the time I'd only be dishonoring his memory. I'm better than that. He'll know that, wherever he is."

She nodded. "That's the ideal, if we can manage it."