Ves experienced too many crises since the Flagrant Vandals arrived in the Detemen System.
Taking part in a monumental operation, escaping from a disintegrating ship and dropping onto Detemen IV with nothing but a crash pad wracked his nerves.
Roaming the streets of Neron City by himself, threatening a pathetic Novice Mech Designer to use his equipment, getting picked up by Captain Orfan only to flee again under Lieutenant Burke really set him off.
What was he doing here?
He wanted nothing more than to go back to orbit, but the Vandals and the rebels had other ideas in store. Ves looked at Commander Breskin with a weary gaze. Even though his body could keep him awake for days at a time, his mental exhaustion almost pushed him to the breaking point.
He needed time to think and decompress. He needed to reflect on his mistakes and figure out a better approach to problems.
Yet the rebel commander stayed firm. "Nine hours. No more. We have until then to track down our elusive goal."
