Military Democracy

[Sombs]

Jim Tate
Assistant

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Among the crowd was fairly average looking guy with a round head and not a single hair on it. Not even a beard. His evenly round ears looked like they were perfect to use his moon face as a cup. Unfortunately, his head was full of biomatter, preventing anyone from, at least at this point, from utilizing it that way. Not that anyone dared. Despite being just an assistant, the crew respected him. Some even feared him. He had a reputation for showing up in places where he was not supposed to be, and his actions were widely considered unpredictable. Somehow, he has made himself quite useful among the crew, but people could not help but be almost paranoid, knowing Jim Tate was on the ship.

He was an every-man. He did whatever was necessary to be done. At some point, he lost his uniform, and since then he was mostly seen wearing a spare grey jumpsuit. His matchingly grey backpack was always on his back, as was his toolbelt around his waist. Rumor said he did not bother to take off the toolbelt when sleeping, despite it having a welder slotted. A crowbar, too. According to himself, he just wanted to be prepared for all cases, in case of the ship being on red. After getting shocked by malfunctioning doors a few times, turning him into a frequent guest of the medbay, he was also never seen without his insulated gloves. Nobody could explain the blood stains on his shoes, though.

Once it was his time to voice his opinion, people got curious. He held his red toolbox close to his body. Nobody knew what was in there, but probably not his tools, given he had all of them in the tool belt. What the hell was in there? Nobody knew. Everyone wanted to know. The sounds the toolbox made when it was carried around were concerning. As was his opinion on the situation.

If you ask me, we only reached this point because we insisted on sticking to reputation and honor. O-ho!

He sneezed. The person in front of him did not appreciate it.

I think we need to keep the big picture in mind. We are running out of options. If there is a big group out there that can help us maintaining crew and ship and thus buy us time, I say we should take that opportunity. With what we have now, we can definitely not win. We got presented a final chance, and we should take it. Yo-ho!

Once we have strength and numbers, we can plan our return. Oh-ho!

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