"Wait. The void ain't too safe..."

"Keep it together, girl. Yer all alone. Ain't nothing to be worried about up in here. Place be as empty as the Void, an' just as safe."

I go back to the top of the tower in the middle of the room.

### Yer Honor Metanus, I'm in the Command Crypt. Ready for instructions. ###

The vox-casters come to life. "This is Lieutenant Salt. I reckon the machine spirits are feelin' friendly today. They've revived, even though I musta done that wrong. Surely the Emperor be smilin' on our mission." "Anyway, I had ta leave the Command Crypt and go into the vox-tower to ...

"If you feel that bringing someone along would improve your chances of success, you may choose someone." "Nah, they'd just git in mah way. If I need anything, I'll holler up them boys in the shuttles. They can do a fly-by or somethin'." I walk over to Metanus. " Padre , tea...

Montresor wrote:It's probably worth pointing out that Salt is the only one with a jump pack, at this point.

Neener neener neener!

I order the two other pilots to launch their shuttles right away. They should go park somewhere on the moon's surface. Somewhere close by, close enough to be contacted by vox if we need to escape. There should be someone stable with each pilot. After Fips, I don't want nobody left alone. My shuttle ...

"The Darksiders go where the Amphael needs us. But I reckon none of us ever seen a planet from down on the ground. That might not go too well, if you catch my meanin'. There'd be a whole mess of Void-born scum cryin' on like little girls, calling out 'Oh, lookit' all that space.' It'd be right ...

www.sullivanhome.net/rpg/Rogue%20Trader/Avatars/lbyrinth_by_a_w_small.jpg I'm standin' here, lookin' at Fips. Around me, Fips' kin and my own, they's lookin' to me fer answers. Hell, I don't know no answers. I don't even rightly know the questions. What am I s'posed to do? "Ain't ye even gonna...

"I'll see what I can do, ma'am. In fact, I recon I'll mosey over there right now. I don't go on shift 'til tomorrow, so I got me some time." I'm still wearing my proper Imperial Navy uniform, as ordered. I grab my hat, and stand by the door to leave. "After you, ma'am." While we'...

Shortest military career in history!

I look to Menz. "Begging your pardon, but my better done gave me a direct order not to bring up nobody else's mistakes." (Note the sarcasm.)

I'm also tired and irritable. "We might not have lost so many, except our battle leaders were thinking with their balls instead of their heads." I look right at Trulich. "Lots of our people died every time you decided to charge a fortified, defended position." I pause. "Sir....

I return to my seat, near Peraton.

I wink at him, when nobody else can see me.

I'm sitting there. I'm listening to the man prattle on. Nothing to do with me.

I look down at my chrono. Ah-ha!

I get up from my seat, salute Peraton, salute the Amphael, and leave the room. It's time for me to report to the Command Tower again.

"Zarkov? Who's'at?" I think for a second. "Oh, he's that ass from up on the bridge. Damned fool didn't want to hear what I had to tell him 'bout Brondo." I look straight at Peraton, "Why'd I want to ally myself with him? Now, listen here son. I didn't bribe nobody to get her...

I groan as I stand up. "No rest fer the wicked, I reckon." I take off my comfy shirt, throw it at Fleg's head. "Git, fool. Y'ain't to be oogling a Lieutenant like that no more. Or whatever the hell rank I am now. So show some manners." I get out my old Imperial Navy uniform. I ai...

I stand up when she leaves. I feel like I should be saluting or bowing or something. "Okay, well... yer welcome, I reckon."

Then she leaves. I go back to my siesta. I have bridge duty in a few hours.

[ Editing with my results. ] "Oh. Now you're askin' 'bout Drondo, eh? I tried to tell the gunner 'bout 'im, but the ass didn't wanna listen. I'm glad someone's got the good sense to learn the lay of things afore she starts shootin." "Now, Drondo ain't no Pirate Lord. He's a merc comma...

The Lower Decks "Sub-Lieutenant Salt? Is that you? I would like your advice on a few things, if I may." I look up. I'm not naked, at least. "Hey there. I thought I smelled posh. Come on in. Set a spell." I kick my Voidsuit's helmet off the other chair. That chair wobbles, but it...

I nominate that ass Peraton to run the armsmen until Drak-Kung is better.

He was very brave in the battle, hiding behind me and mine. And he's a noble. He'd make a great commander. His talents are wasted on shuttle pilots and turret gunners.