Bruckman, alone in the VIP room, at the end of scene 1:

Bruckman stands alone in the VIP room, watching the _Dauntless_ open up to swallow their little shuttle. The silence is dominated by Kincaids words, echoing through the room, rolling through the whiskey as Bruckman swishes it in the tumbler.

"Nah. It moved on to better than me. Good thing, too."

Bruckman drained his glass as the shuttle entered the bay, then, after a few moment's pause, began quietly gathering his things. He cracked his neck, back, arms, knuckles, legs and ankles in one practiced, sweeping motion.

_Old bones_, he thought.

Just then, the great ship's actuators caught the shuttle and began to pull it down for final docking. There was a subtle clang and subtle reverb through the hull -- clearly one of the techs had miscalibrated a gravity buckler, and was about to have a very bad day.

Bruckman smiled, and addressed the empty room:

"You're old, too, eh? That's alright."

Bruckman coughs, looks around awkwardly to see if the room is still empty, then recites:

"Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."

Bruckman laughs at his own, old, sentimentality, gathers his things and joins the crowd outside.
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