David's pad gave a, under the circumstanced, violent chirrup. Refusing to be silenced by the pounding motions of its master it persisted in attempting to crush it.
Eventually he relented, sweeping a whiskey glass aside as he rose from his sleep to see what in the name of burning and frightful hell the thing had to tell him.
Apparently that new briefs were pending submission. With a groan he pressed his thumb to the reader and set the machine to audio read/record, then put his head back down as the reports were droned to him.
Adder, you've been smoking 'em lately. Whoever sat your ass behind a desk needs to be dragged out into the street and shot. You made a sweet kill the other day and you've been knocking the black hearted bastards out of the lanes left and right. Good show, I'll be lending a hand with the paperwork in the near future, movement needs you behind a stick, not a pen. Good show and thanks for the report. Hopefully this one reaches you at 3AM.
Swift *yawns* Bloody sorry for mucking up your promotion. Don't know which way my head's been twisted on lately. Idjit that I am. This is why they kicked me up the hill way back when, damned if I know how I wandered out. Let alone with my pants on. The comment about the message is well received, seems like half the folks I put a gun to don't have a clue as to what's going on. Scared and aware is how they need to wrap up their day, not scared and confused.
Heading out to the kitchen sounds like a damned nice idea, point in fact. I've got that shuttle that needs to have its IFF checked out for something we've got lined up down the road. That'll be as good a time to test it as any. Wouldn't mind smuggling a crew groundside for a spell, put the earth under my feet. Have an 'ol bar I wouldn't mind visiting to boot.
Mojave, great to see you back in the cockpit as well. Seems we might squeeze the booze out of the lot of us. Fellows fighting for a man's right to put his hands to use and we've been shrugging off our own burdens, funny that. You did a good job against that gunboat, by the by. They're right nasty ships and I apologize for not arriving in time to lend a hand.
We're not well off, there is always a tickling option to drop the heart of our cause to turn to personal profit, the same call that's led so many other groups across Sirius off course and damned them to forever suffer a cycle of desperate plundering at the fringes of society. Resolve in the face of temptation is what sets us apart, which you demonstrated handily.
*sighs*
I lost a marine aboard that slave liner yesterday who couldn't be arsed to heed that same lesson. You did fantastic work, credit to the name.
Good job all, I"ll be forwarding these reports along. David out.
