I'm ever so sorry 'bout goin' AWOL in my first week with y'all. I had to uhh... Settle some personal matters that came up, I'll get to that in a second. Hope y'all can forgive me.
I have some news, my wi- uh, I mean. The current captain of the Exodus - If y'all didn't know, I got an apartment aboard - has let me know that she's come up with a strategy, this is going to be very complex so... Y'all bear with me:
Accordin' to her, not planning ahead makes things happen unpredictably, which means there's theoretically no way for the enemy to plan ahead and come up with some sort of counterattack. However, doin' things this way means y'all are gon' have to be real good with improvisin' durin' the mission. As things will definitely take a turn for the worst, it bein' an unplanned mission after all.
The reason I'm tellin' y'all this is because she specifically asked for y'alls help, she won't go ahead if she ain't sure she's got y'all there to help. She trusts y'all after what we did in the Omicrons, and she remembers what y'all did the first time we met - the escort to Freeport 4. Plus, the fact that I'm workin' for y'all has made her feel like y'all are the closest she's got to family.
If possible and if y'all are interested in this, I'd like for one or two of y'all to come out to Omega-3, Freeport 1 so we can discuss what we have in mind - after she told me about it, I came up with a few ideas of my own... Yea about that, I do apologise for lookin' like I'm actin' like one o' the shot callers of the company, that ain't at all what I intended to do.
Oh yea, about that personal matter. I'm sorry I ain't tell y'all my whole background story, and I don't intend to tell any more than what I'm about to either.
Sully takes the last puff from his cigarette.
Yesterday, me and her - me and Andra, we got married.