To: Rob Ross of Junker Congress|From: Commandant Ian Howler

[Stoner_Steve]

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* ID: Rob Ross - Chief Engineer, Third Shift
* Location: Tarancon Base
* Date: 7/14/827 - 02:04

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"Oh sure lets bother Rob, its not like he has a whole stations worth of work to do." he gestured wildly around his small water-closet of an office. "Its not like we're short staffed, oh no, I would love to go alllll the way to Freeport 1 to patch together someone else' vessel" he trailed off for a moment. "Okay look I an't gonna spend all month away from here messing with this little." he held his fingers up in air quotes "good will project of yours, I an't got the same level of morals or patience. You deal with the engines an' bits and do'dads, I'll bring my team from here to get the internal bracing back up to snuff along with the external hull armor." he paused and shuffled around in his tight office to bend over and pick up a tablet from the floor. "And another thing, outta the kindness of my heart I won't charge you billable hours on my way to Freeport 1, but your buying at the bar that night when we get in and I'm feeling fancy, I'm talking top shelf fancy Ian, and there's 17 of us commin', better make sure you can open a tab."

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