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==Memorable Quotes==
 
==Memorable Quotes==
* Max felt her heart begin to beat faster. How did you stop an immortal like the Boojum — one who was dedicated to evil, who was beyond salvage? Throw him in prison for all the rest of eternity? Deport him to another part of the galaxy where he'd be someone else's problem? No... Max had no illusions about how their encounter would end. There was only one way to stop an immortal like the Boojum once and for all. But could she bring herself to do it? To kill a child...? Would that be a deed for which she would ever be able to forgive herself? Which was the lesser or greater evil — killing Danno Chimeron, or letting him live? Would she be able to live with herself if she killed a child? Would she be able to live with herself if she let his unspeakable evil remain free? Max felt a tightening pressure in her chest as her conscience wrestled with the terrible moral impasse. She wasn't used to this sort of ethical ambiguity. As a Starfleet fighter pilot during wartime, her course had always been clearly defined in her mission orders — find the bad guys and shoot 'em down. It had been simple, requiring no independent thought on her part, and she had been very, very good at it. But now for the first time, the big decision was fully in her hands. The fate of a thousand-year-old boy rested squarely on her shoulders. Her conscience — her soul — would have to bear the consequences of whatever she decided.
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*     Max felt her heart begin to beat faster. How did you stop an immortal like the Boojum — one who was dedicated to evil, who was beyond salvage? Throw him in prison for all the rest of eternity? Deport him to another part of the galaxy where he'd be someone else's problem? No... Max had no illusions about how their encounter would end. There was only one way to stop an immortal like the Boojum once and for all. But could she bring herself to do it? To kill a child...? Would that be a deed for which she would ever be able to forgive herself? Which was the lesser or greater evil — killing Danno Chimeron, or letting him live? Would she be able to live with herself if she killed a child? Would she be able to live with herself if she let his unspeakable evil remain free? Max felt a tightening pressure in her chest as her conscience wrestled with the terrible moral impasse. She wasn't used to this sort of ethical ambiguity. As a Starfleet fighter pilot during wartime, her course had always been clearly defined in her mission orders — find the bad guys and shoot 'em down. It had been simple, requiring no independent thought on her part, and she had been very, very good at it. But now for the first time, the big decision was fully in her hands. The fate of a thousand-year-old boy rested squarely on her shoulders. Her conscience — her soul — would have to bear the consequences of whatever she decided.
   
 
* "What is the worst of woes that wait on age?" he quoted in a breathless whisper. "What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, and be alone on earth, as I am now." Danno Chimeron, the Boojum, turned his head a tiny fraction to look in Max's eyes. "Do you understand?" he whispered. He was without breath, yet his tone was urgent. In his last moments, he desperately needed someone to whom he could bequeath the one great gem of wisdom that he had learned during his long life. "Do you... underst...?" His filmy eyes drifted closed and his last breath hissed from his lips. Max looked skyward and saw a fast-moving pinpoint of light. She thought of West and the Rocinanté. She understood.
 
* "What is the worst of woes that wait on age?" he quoted in a breathless whisper. "What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, and be alone on earth, as I am now." Danno Chimeron, the Boojum, turned his head a tiny fraction to look in Max's eyes. "Do you understand?" he whispered. He was without breath, yet his tone was urgent. In his last moments, he desperately needed someone to whom he could bequeath the one great gem of wisdom that he had learned during his long life. "Do you... underst...?" His filmy eyes drifted closed and his last breath hissed from his lips. Max looked skyward and saw a fast-moving pinpoint of light. She thought of West and the Rocinanté. She understood.
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