The Train Job: A Browncoat Ballad

The Train Job

A Browncoat Ballad

A Browncoat in a purple belly bar

A toast to unification

Is a toast to his defeat

Good thing his ship ain’t got no guns

Amongst the brawl, contact was made

A job available from a most frightening source

The masochist aboard the space station

Proves his reputation before making the deal

Onto the train, prepared to follow the simple plan

But it can never be simple, no matter how thrilling the heroics may be

An alliance surprise

Makes it a challenge, a welcomed challenge for this former Independent Soldier

Then things get testy, iffy

Downright not shiny

As extraction is blown

And the hero title gets fuzzy

With her reputation

The companion frees the Browncoats

Once the man swinging his chain of command

Is put to down by sparkly butterflies

The title of hero is regained

With a change in mind

To match what was never changed

In the captain’s heart

A hero makes choices

Choices that define their titles

Like helping a young lady

With a head full of nightmares

It’s not every man that would even unknowingly risk confrontation

With the ruthless hands of blue