Larry Loggins and the Ludicrous Liquor Locker Log

[Stoner_Steve]

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ID: Larry "The Logger" Loggins
Location: The Forward Lounge (Port-side Construction Zone), OS&C|ONE-Liquor_Locker
Log: Third One


Subject: The Manhattan-Tokyo Run

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"Five years in a mothball bag, and she still smells like industrial solvent and old hops." Larry adjusted the camera, which was currently balanced on a crate of 'Do-Dads' and new navigation sensors. "Welcome to the return of the Locker. Management finally realized that when Liberty and Kusari start snapping at each other’s heels, people stop caring about luxury and start caring about not getting their cargo seized by a nervous border patrol."

He gestured vaguely out the forward viewport at a swarm of maintenance drones buzzing around the hull. "We’re stripping out the old 'relaxation' suites and doubling down on the essentials. This isn't a cruise anymore; it's the fastest ferry between Manhattan and New Tokyo. You drive your freighter onto the flight deck, we lock the mag-clamps, and we burn through the 'untamed in-between' while you're sitting in a booth with a mid-rate scotch and a hot meal. No military shakedowns, no pirate detours, just a straight shot for 33,000 credits."

"Sir? The load boss says we have a situation at the loading bay," Terry’s voice drifted in, accompanied by the screech of a power saw cutting through a bulkhead. "Unless the ship is on fire, Terry, it’s a 'feature,' not a situation." "It’s the produce shipment for the new kitchens, sir. Customs seized the whole lot at the Manhattan gate. Apparently, 'Arugula' is being classified as a 'strategic botanical asset' because of the border tensions. Something about it being 'unauthorized greenery' from a rival House."

Larry stared at the camera, his eyes narrowing. "Arugula. They’re holding us up over salad? Terry, tell Bruce we’re skipping the greens. If the passengers want a 'unauthorized greenery', they can look at the mold growing in the waste reclamation system. We’re here to move ships, not toss salads." "The passengers might complain Larry. Cait’s memo was very specific about 'quality dining' for the second-class tier." "Cait can come down here and explain to a pushy passenger why we’re late because of a crate of leafy greens. We’re launching for the New Tokyo run on Tuesday with or without the Arugula. The bar is 60% installed, the engines are 90% green, and the pilot is... well, I’m 100% ready for this log to end..." "What’s the ETA for the first run?" Terry asked, leaning into the frame. "Seventy-two hours. Tell the crew if they aren't done bolting the new seats down by midnight, they’re sleeping on the flight deck. We’ve got a schedule to keep and a war to outrun. Get. Out."

The feed cuts with Larry picking up a wrench and pointing it threateningly at a flickering overhead light.

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