Project Disaster

[Buster Commodore]

Buster Commodore, Lead Engineer, The Nonsense Factory R&D Department


Day 27, Commodore's Quarters, The Nonsense Factory, Cassini system, 6:05pm

"You doin a'right up ere, Buster?" Underboss Craig Anderson looked concerned for his fellow rogue. Buster had
been locked away at TNF for weeks working on what had been coined the name "Project Disaster". Now he sat
with his head resting in his robotic hands, elbows on a table littered with Research Plans, Blue Prints, and Text
books on Nuclear Fusion. "yeah man, im fine. just tired." Buster replied with a sigh. Craig saw in his friend a
mix of frustration, exhaustion and pain. He looked terrible, his eyes were sunken in and dark gray circles were
billowing from under his eyes. Buster looked up, his face ghastly and not as full of life as it usually was. "just
bring me more slaves, the project must be completed on schedule". He reached into his pocket and pulled out a
slip of paper he had been scribbling on. "oh and if you could have the boys bring me these, i would appreciate
it". Craig looked at the list and nodded his head."Sure man, anythin' ye need." Buster watched as his long time
friend turned and walked out of the room, then slammed his fists on the table. "WHY WONT YOU WORK!"


Buster had a whole team of 25 scientists when the project began, but several had died from being over worked
and under rested. not to mention trial 2 had gone disasterously wrong and the Mark II power core exploded
killing 3 of his engineering team and over a hundred slaves. Buster had been careful not to make that mistake
again. He studied all of the Algorithms and took every precaution to ensure of it.


The comm speaker on Buster's desk startled him, breaking the silence of his quarters. "Commodore, we are
ready to test the Mark V" it was the voice of one of his remaining engineers. "I will be right down, Ranaud."
Buster said in almost a whisper. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of Narcodin, An energy
enhancing drug that was strong enough to wake someone from a coma. he popped two in his mouth and
chased them with a bottle of Mezcal he had brought back from Malta. "please let today, be the end." he
muttered as he stood up. He headed for Lab 3.

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