OOC: This letter takes place during the season four episode "The Oath."

There's a data pad in Greyhound's locker which has served as a journal of letters to his only daughter, Sasha Grey. This is merely the latest entry.

Dear Sasha,

Well, your old man's got himself in a pretty hot situation right now. I'm not a hundred percent sure what's going on ( Read more... )

Greyhound's my callsign. Not my choice, but the instructors weren't feeling particularly creative that day.

Anything you want to know, you can ask. If it's none of your frakking business, I'll say so. But we're all pretty well known around the Fleet, so pretty much everything's common knowledge anyway.

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The past half-decade.

The lottery? Are you crazy?

There's no place for money around here anymore, unless you're one of those fraktards making regular trips over to the Prometheus. It's not like I could use it to bribe anyone for anything.

I'd probably spend it on my daughter, if I could get my hands on anything she'd need or want. Single dads need to treat their little ( Read more... )