Private Log
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I think I've just been blown off. And not in the good way. I swear to god, the way he spoke to me in the corridor...
mental note: find Money and co. and put them through so many drills they won't even REMEMBER seeing us in the corridor. I know Money well enough to know what that smirk meant.
Anyway. Trip. That fucking infuriating bugger. Crash-lands back on his own ship and immediately bawls out his staff for stopping to stare. Sits in sickbay, grinning like the gawdamn cheshire cat and lets slip that he basically pirated his way through the 24thC. Whilst we've been stuck here, in the dark and panicking getting a little concerned, he was on an engineers equivalent of a trip to the candy store.
Bastard. Utter utter bastard.
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I wonder if he's still in his quarters?
I think I've just been blown off. And not in the good way. I swear to god, the way he spoke to me in the corridor...
mental note: find Money and co. and put them through so many drills they won't even REMEMBER seeing us in the corridor. I know Money well enough to know what that smirk meant.
Anyway. Trip. That fucking infuriating bugger. Crash-lands back on his own ship and immediately bawls out his staff for stopping to stare. Sits in sickbay, grinning like the gawdamn cheshire cat and lets slip that he basically pirated his way through the 24thC. Whilst we've been stuck here, in the dark and panicking getting a little concerned, he was on an engineers equivalent of a trip to the candy store.
Bastard. Utter utter bastard.
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I wonder if he's still in his quarters?