Crack in The Wall

[Noth Squadron]

. . .Theodore Syd, Noth Squadron . . .Madsack Fragment, Omega-11 -> Omega-7 -> Vicinity of Planet Skagen, Omega-55 I sighed back, knowing that even if he didn't actually mess with the computers he'd definitely do it now to set an example. Maybe -- he's too unpredictable. All I could do is blame him anyway. Now we've entered unknown waters and the local hideouts refused to grant us shelter. Too high a profile does that to you, I suppose... You're so full of lies... typical of you. [scoffs] Whatever. We're three hours away from the fleet's coordinates. We should get our story straight. I'm only going to say this once, so hear me out. Yeah. Hear me out, because I'm so absolutely going to ace this novel about our lives as two best friends making a buck out of cargo smuggling. And because of the volume we carry, some of these trinkets are supposed to be inactive baubles that we just throw away... around the ship and in people's pockets. The details go on and on, making me think this op as a lot more simple than I make it to be. Drop the payload. Monitor progress. Wait for reinforcements. Get out before you're fried. Easy, right? Right, and no numbers. Can't risk them catch a wiff of us or imply something else, so... welcome aboard The Lazarev, Walt. [low mumbling] Until the mission is over we'll work with names. Bad idea. Horrible idea. But there was no better alternative. "Hi, I'm Twenty-Five and this is Four. We're part of a group that's looking to strip you of your shit" doesn't really work here. Soon enough we'd be right at their doorstep and we'd be on our own for good until we enter the final stages of this act of systematic suicide.