After alot of humming and hawing.. I let Dr. Slaughter put me under the knife and use his former Cryer connections to do what he did best for pirates.. Smugglers.. conmen.. and int his case Old and fallin apart Hooptie.
And got work done.
appending a picture.. you will see quite frankly the miracle of modern technology and I finally look better then me younger half siblings an cousins.
ISNT HE A MAD SCIENTIST? Did this good a job on whats left o me im going to to have to insist he give me a list of sex changes hes performed.
Dont look at me like that there aint no way youd be able to tell either!
Looks like the congress is about out of scrap.. Whitch is a surprise teh me... though wed never run out. i guess people are slacking. Ill have to get a salvager built from material at the Smelter.
Which is where the Estium is docked at today. As a matter of honor and several bets long ago against me achieving said status other then "stain ont he arse of sirius". Ive come and parked my little hospital where the boys can enjoy full sized rooms and medical treatment.. On me. While me droids go through deck by deck scrubbing and fixing hazards that..junkers.. just.. tend to ignore.
The industrial centers are alright but thier living conditions? ... ive personally seem better slave pens.
Most of these boys sleep in thier ships for good reason.. So might as well let them enjoy the freash air and lamb I got on the Estium.
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