‘Must be Caledonia’, thought Vera as she glanced out the portal.

She was unable to discern much, beyond the dim, distant system primary. ’It’s the right color. If they’d gone through Weiss, we’d have refueled at the Gas Giant. Instead there was that bump, like we were docking with a refueling ship. It’s definitely not Windsor.’

‘Oh well, back to business.’ she mused, as she returned her attention to the relatively spacious cargo hold that had been converted into a combination dormitory and training facility for the Expendables.

“Hey, Harpoon!” she shouted, watching the dark pirate skewer a practice dummy, “Less ‘Harp’, more ‘Poon’! Remember you’re no angel! Pretend it’s a cute blonde, you pussy! Thrust, thrust, thrust!”

Turning back to the plexsteel window for a brief second, Vera wondered what awaited them.

Harpoon, covered in sweat from what seemed like hours of training, leans slowly over to Troll who is in the middle of twisting a head off of one of the practice dummies and wispers.

“Eye had seex weeth her”

The Troll halts his training long enough to follow the stare of the supposed Knight.

“You had sex with that training dummie next to Vera?”

“Yeeees.” Harpoon replies with a sly grin.