A Congressman Falls. Final Chapter of Markus Rixus.

[J.Bates]

ROCHESTER, NEW YORK SYSTEM 1914 HOURS, DATE: UNKNOWN

"Hmm... His ship seemed to have been running fine or so I suppose. I wouldn't imagine any of the engineers at Bornholm to be behind this 'incident'..." The man sat back for a moment, thinking on what he'd seen.
"Eve? Are there any details on the current status of the ship's components in these logs?"

A tinny robotic voice of a woman responds. "Negative sir. The ship's recording device that was used appeared to have no connection to the ship's mainframe. Only basic details are supplied with the log. That being a TTR-1130 Series Pilgrim Liner recommissioned in 805 ASF."

The man nods. "Very well. Play the next log you have. I need to know what happened." The screen flickers a little as the next log is pulled into view.

Whistling and the low rumble of an engine is heard. "Hmm darn radiation... I reckon one day that Neutron Star is gonna blow up or somethin..."
A bit of laughter and faint voice is heard in the background "Hah...That's not how they work..."

"Ah shut with your physics..." Markus replies, he appears to sit there staring off away from the recorder. His eyes begin to widen.
"Oh what's that yer sayin?... not gonna blow?... Well unless somethin has been added to these cigars, I'm pretty sure I'm seeing some fireworks over there."
More laughter is heard.

"Alrighty make a turn to Omega.... what's it called again... 39? Eh that one Bert. Looks as though that Neutron Star is acting up... Best give her wide berth."
Markus yawns... "Heh tough job fellas... Put yer glasses and some radcream on... Don't want to make up an excuse to yer wives if you come back red as a lobster.

Markus looks back at the screen then frowns.
"Oh is this darn recording junk still on?... Gah I hate seeing this stupid dev... ***BEEP***"