Dad officially retired from the Marine Corps over a century before The War. Not that anyone really stops being a Marine you understand, but there’s paperwork and all the official stuff that says you don’t work for Uncle Sam anymore. He officially spent the next century traveling all over the worlds and seeing the sights. He was actually working for the Cybernetic Council, doing all kinds of things that really shouldn’t be public knowledge. More interesting places and people and the like. What can I say? He did things and saw people, and a lot of good people are alive today because of it. And a fair number of the bad ones aren’t. He always tried to make the worlds better when he left. That’s what he told me while I was growing up. That was the real mission.