Someone rang the bell in front of the entrance to his stateroom aboard the Barracuda.
"Come in!" Ves called out.
The armored hatch slid open and let in Melkor. Wearing his trademark visor, his cousin's expression had always been hard to read.
"What brings you to my office, cousin? Is it about Raella?"
"Raella's a big girl now. She can take care of herself." Melkor waved away his concerns. "I'm here for you right now. I've been hearing that you aren't holding up so well these days. You're letting your nerves get the best of you."
Ves had to admit he fell into a hole of endless worry and consternation. He constantly came up with worst-case scenarios that threatened to ruin his debut and threaten his career.
"Don't you think mech pilots have it worse? Everytime we get deployed, we risk our deaths. Even those who man the security mechs assigned to routine patrols have to worry about madman trying to tear the whole place down. The galaxy isn't safe."
