Flying so high...

[capt_terminal]

~The Mustang cruises along through deep space, Capt Terminal at the helm, just looking for something interesting. This time in deep space has let Terminal go on a major smoking and drinking binge to deal with the fact that the Vorzakk is gone and has no idea when he'll get another ship. Or if Starfleet will ever let him of "extended personal

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... a ccrackle of subspace interference came through on Captain Terminal's communicator. He could swear he could hear a background of what was once called "heave metal Music" behind a voice that sang very badly out of key....

***crackle****
Out in the space, I'm singing tonight,
I can hear my voice is straining.
I get paid to kill, and that seems alright,
Something there I can believe in.
Voices are calling from outside my head
I can't hear them, I can't hear them
Stiring up memories of thindg that were said
They will try to hurt me now.

But I'm a ship in the dark, one parsec away from you
A ship in the dark, always creeping up on you...

***static***

and that was it.

Now the Surak's Razor had veered off it's course and was converging on Captain terminal's position.

Then another Crackle.

****pftzzz***

On a cold deserted space way,
cold gin in my viens..

# a sound like metal hitting cantaloupes #

***pfts***

And with that the Surak's Razor resumed its course.

"How odd" thought Captain Terminal.

[capt_terminal]

"Hey, maybe they'll share whatever they're on with me." said Terminal to no one in particular.

"Computer, follow that ship!"

And with that, Terminal went to take a nap.