*a sound of slight creaking is heard, followed by a sigh*
"It's been several days since this little 'storm' started," came a deep voice. "I've been stuck on this godforsaken Battleship for the entire duration. The Rio Grande is a nice ship, but not a place I'd consider staying in unless I'm an official member of the Liberty Navy. The people here have been nice enough. The Pilots have shared drinks with me-they've been grounded too-, and the traders have given me some credits for the prisoners I captured. I've been doing work on my Defender for the past few days, banging out the kinks, and the mechanics, bored out of their minds, have helped me return the ship to near perfect condition."
*A pause is heard, followed by sounds of drinking*
"I haven't been allowed on the bridge, or anywhere other than the Hangar and bar as a matter of fact. I've been sleeping in the ship, in the cargo bay. Oddly enough, it's very roomy in there. The Prisoners may have been in pods most of the way, but at least they had a wide space. I don't think I'm going to do much more Transporting unless I get a proper cargo-hauler. Myabe I should take up the LPI on their joining offer? It's too early to tell. Still, once I get off of this damn ship I'll be much happier. I can't wait to get back to Freelancing."