Commander Bill Wotan, ace pilot of Task Force 1, continued his vigilant search of Io's ocean floor in search of the lost Nuclear Freighter and it's stricken crew headed by his friend Captain Woods. As he DNA scanned the benthic sludge his mind wandered back to the SWORD committee meeting just two months before. The suits wanted to cut corners and send an unmanned and far inferior Spacex Surveyor to conduct the search for the Freighter. With no sea-flight capability it would have taken weeks to cover the sea bed and the Freighter crew would be dead for sure.
He had lost his cool and demanded SWORD Task Force 1 for the mission! He had slammed his fist down on the table! Suits, more used to pushing damn pencils and counting Spacex beans than getting their hands dirty through hard work!
He clutched the Iono-drive of his beloved Task Force 1 and breathed a huge sigh of relief as the memory of his fury dissipated through the moon's dead water.
*Picture courtesy of Showcase comics
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