27th Frontier [audio // common]
[Phoenix's comm clicks on just in time to catch a hiss of pain and muffled curse.]
Ouch! Mar damnit...
[There's a faint rustling of cloth and another soft hiss before Phoenix finally picks up his comm.]
It occurs to me that I don't think I've heard anyone on this ship complain of coming down ill. Injured, drunk, inflicted with all manner of strange effects, no one has fallen sick. With as many people as there are on board and as many different worlds as we come from, this strikes me as rather odd. Has everyone on board just been incredibly lucky these past four months at least? Or are we all somehow immune to any sort of infection?
Ouch! Mar damnit...
[There's a faint rustling of cloth and another soft hiss before Phoenix finally picks up his comm.]
It occurs to me that I don't think I've heard anyone on this ship complain of coming down ill. Injured, drunk, inflicted with all manner of strange effects, no one has fallen sick. With as many people as there are on board and as many different worlds as we come from, this strikes me as rather odd. Has everyone on board just been incredibly lucky these past four months at least? Or are we all somehow immune to any sort of infection?