Why is it every time Ashe hits a landing pad, she picks up a new batch of strays? Can’t she ever just resupply and move the fuck on? This time it was another Dog Boy and a lunatic with one metal arm, and another arm with some kind of device. Both arms seemed to do a lot of flailing, either way. The other Dog Boy seemed grim enough to have been through a fight or two, but judging by the longarms on his back, nothing up close. He’s quiet, though. I appreciate that.
Oh, and apparently, we’re now into picking up strays from outside the fabric of reality as well. Some big pale bitch with an axe just appears inside the ship just after takeoff. Ashe, being Ashe, just kept on like it was normal.
For the first time in six months, I had to listen to someone who actually talks as much as Tecca. AND TECCA DIDN’T REALLY TALK AT ALL. Seriously. New people on board, and Tecca was unbelievably quiet. Of course, then Mr. Flailybits starts going on about how his sleeves are alive or some shit. Woohoo.
So, once again, I find myself in the wonderful position of sitting on a crowded ship with another gaggle of Short Term Contracts. Only this time, it’s not some treasure hunter or vendetta-seeker. Apparently, the other Dog Boy, I think his name was Syrup or something, I wasn’t really listening. There was still some spider-goo in the PMP’s barrels. Every time I think I got it all, I find more. I swear, that gun’ll never be clean again.
What was I saying? Oh yeah, Syrup had some shit to do. Long story short, we pull up on a Coalition facility to wait to ambush a prisoner transport, but, [sarcasm] and here’s the real surprise, [/sarcasm] shit went wrong. People got shot at, but I didn’t get to help ‘cause after OUR PILOT decided to leave the ship, I was the only one there to keep an eye on ’er. In the end, we got the guy we were after. Some spaghetti-noodle-lookin fuck by the name of West that says he can make an inoculation against Rift Sickness. I’ve heard some Dogs say stupid shit like “I’d give my right arm to not get these damnable headaches.” Well, now I get to say that I GAVE my right arm. He better make it worth it.
Though I’m not likely to say it, I’m kinda glad little Moon decided to stick around.
Oh, and Commander Grey was there. That was fun.