Atticus Frost

So what do you do when you're caught in the gate camp? When your warp drive is scrambled and the bullets are flying, and the missiles are blowing, and the drones and the lasers are flying around in sheets thick as lead?

What do you do when some Battleship grabs you and bounces the back of your favorite head against your hull and asks you if you've paid your dues?

You just remember what Old Atticus Frost says at a time like this:

Have you paid your dues, Atticus?


Yes, sir. The check is in the mail.