Now it's just conquest.

[She's not even touching what happened with Captain Redd, so don't ask.]

First Mate, you owe me a drink.
Until then, what the hell is this "ponk"?

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Torn. Let me make it up to you.

[The woman's doing something and she's being noisy.]

I've had enough of this.
I want to go to Carnival.

A lot of people have said this, but it's getting damn boring aboard.
Something's gotta' give, because I'm ready to off myself if it means after doing it enough I can go back to Haven.

And no, I don't mean we need more of this "torture the traitor" game.

[Yeah. Someone's kind of pissed.]

[Ashelin's decided to take a look around the ship. To be more precise, she's checking out deck twelve. Everyone talks about the interesting things that can be found down there. She wants to know what she can find just in case there's something useful. If she wants something done, she just has to do it herself. Can't rely on anyone else ( Read more... )

I've got a question for the crew, or the rest of the ship.
Whoever answers it the best can have the jumping burden.

[Ashelin sounds really annoyed.]

How do you get in to see the Captain?

Taking all bids here.
I'll decide who I like.

Make it damn good.

Hey.

[Pause; away from the communicator.]

Hey!
Stop jumping all over the damned place!

My aim isn't bad. You'll se--

[Another pause; a sound of something heavy being thrown. Ashelin speaks into the comm finally.]Mar damned boat ( Read more... )

[As far as Ashelin's concerned, none of that happened.]

No.
Mar damn it.
No.

Have fun with the rest of this.
Stick a fork in me; I'm done.

[A combination of amusement and disbelief.]

This ship is filled with idiots.
Wonderful.

[There's a click before the device turns on. A shuffling ensues and the background harbors the sound of rough footsteps. She's quiet, but judging by her movement, it's stiff and rigid.

Ashelin's looking for something. She's expecting the unexpected.]This wasn't mine before, but it is now ( Read more... )