A Congressman Falls. Final Chapter of Markus Rixus.

[J.Bates]

ROCHESTER, NEW YORK SYSTEM 1847 HOURS, DATE: UNKNOWN

"Play through the logs again Eve. There's something that's just not right here..." An unfamiliar voice is heard.
The screen fizzled to life as the computer AI, EVE brought up the familiar face of Markus Rixus on his ships logs. The voice sounds rough but tinny due to the screen's small speakers and the poor quality of the recordings.

"Argh... I always despised making these darn captain's logs... Heck who wants to know about a smelly old Junker that only looks after himself and maybe his crew sometimes?"
He smiles a little, sighs and then continues on.

"Alrighty... Markus Rixus here recording down another fantastical ordinary adventure taking darn supplies to Gran Canaria cause people like cigars and money..."
Background laughter is heard from crew members and Markus fumbles with the controls in front of him.

"Quiet ya'll... Anyway everything is looking darn crystal clear here. Engines running fine as usual and those fuel leaks appear to be all fixed. Thanks to those Rheinland Engineers at Bornholm."
A bleep noise is heard as Markus switches on the Intercom to Bornholm.

"This is Markus Rixus to Bornholm. Initiating Ship Flight No. 12783.... All Systems are Green. Catchya Fellas Later."
A faint reply from the Bornholm Dockmaster is heard "Roger Herr Rixus. Gut Luck out dare."

A low rumble is heard as the ship's engines come to life. Markus looks up. "Set her to Omega 47..."