Crack in The Wall

[Noth Squadron]

. . .Theodore Syd, Noth Squadron . . .Kaarst Drydock, Hangar #4 It has been a month since Dublin. I miss the smell of cigarette ash that could be picked up from every corner of the ship. I'm a hardened smoker, you know...well. Not that you would. You wouldn't even look at a cigarette nowadays, let alone puff from one. All because our boss says it messes with our brains. Man...what I wouldn't give for a dose of nicotine right now. "Why am I the one being thrown in the gutter? They should've sent Five." Oh, yeah. That murderous, unrestrained hobo with the social skills of a live napalm at a negotiations' table. You know... I remember when we set eyes on that psycho. He seemed nice...at first. And then he opened his mouth. Nothing but unfiltered vitriol for every one thing he claims as "wrong". How did this decrepit group find itself with such people? I wish Twelve were here. Her smile always made me feel better. Despite my current predicament, that is. And when she didn't smile in her own, happy-ish way, it was her other side that made my heart red hot. Kind of like the plugged iron she slapped someone with over the face. It was the first and hopefully last time I saw someone applying a sizzling, permanent tattoo to a douchebag like Jeremiah Lichee. Yes, I know the name because he kept yelling it after every successful loot run. Now he doesn't say it anymore on account of half his lower lip being fused with the upper one. That's what you get for being such a hotshot, Lichee -- ...I wonder if all BIS are like that. It probably doesn't matter. Speaking of hot shots...do you mind not lifting the crates like that? I might not be in charge, but I can still feel my spine hurt from you being an inexperienced idiot. "Oh heavens...why are they so heavy?!" Probably a few layers of lead wrapping up the 'nopetanium' artifacts you're carrying. Judging by the overly desperate gasps for air after each and every package I take you must've noticed after the third trip. Thankfully this embarrassment won't last. And look at that thing. Freshly stitched together, spacious and modular. The Coalition really knows how to set up their ships. And you've wasted no time furnishing yours - mine. It's no 'Kasimir' of course, but it'll do. And would you look at that: improved living quarters. We have a whole one bed with a spare mattress on the floor, a mini kitchen with food supplies to last a about two weeks, bottled water and running water for as long as the reserves last. Someone got their priorities straight -- ...even that cheap bottle rack you ordered online arrived in time. I can see it there, pasted against the wall with metal screws, duct tape and double sided tape. I never was the refined handyman I thought of myself as. I don't see how you would be any different. So when are we leaving? And are we ready to leap into what is essentially a one-way adventure?