David Chambers sat idly staring at his radio while Jack's uncouth voice emanated in a way that made him reach, for the umpteenth time that evening, a neighboring bottle of Knob Creek. With a groan he dragged himself from his cot, idly rubbing his eyes in the dim light of his bomber's hold.
With bottle firmly along for the ride he made a precarious journey to the helm of the ship, banging into several jury rigged and doubtless important whatsits along the way before reaching a small comm station, with eyes closed he flipped to the appropriate channel before emanating:
"YEEEEEEEEEEEHAW, show 'em boss! Solidarity!"
Killing the comm, and the radio, he turned and traced his steps to the cot.
"Gracious, we're fighting the Hackers. Well this is a quantum change from daily affairs."