At Year's End we gather our friends and loved ones and celebrate the passage of time, our accomplishments, our good deeds, the experiences we've had. Regrets are observed, losses are mourned, emotions are shared, but above all else Year's End is a joyous time, a time to prepare for one more year around Terra. For four members of Yegg Battalion, there will be no joy, no mirth, no celebration. There may not even be a new year. There will only be a decision, one whose outcomes are lined with teeth, compromise, misery and suffering. This moment is the culmination of all of their desires, their strengths, the weaknesses, their hopes. There is no clean solution. There is only what comes tomorrow in the sobering light of the new year's day.
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