Schnapps & Slaves
26 Mar 2016GI Joey
Commander's Log, 25 March, 3301-2... Two! Two! Thirthy...Thirty-Three-oh too...Hello, Deborah,
Or whatever the hell your name is, you Founder's World creeper!
I... am very, very drunk.
I made it back to Robigo... Got a couple mission, made a couple millions... I'm getting closer and closer to my Trade-Conda every run.
Which is more than you can say for most of the cold bastards out there barely give a damn about themselves, much less the people who get too deep into debt and can't pay the cab driver...
So, I was hanging out in my auto pilot at night, and what happens? Wait... I was hanging out in my cargo bay, using auto pilot, when one of the slaves I picked up reaches out from the bars in the Cordelia's passenger hold (I made mods) and offers me a flask of something that tastes like mints.
So I snagged the flask, took a sip, and it... uh... Suddenly I felt like a god. A very wobbly, inflexible, pompous ass of the person who I normally am.
SO... here I am... with the russian sleeper agent in your bed.
She looks kind of like Sharana.
Also, companions... Biomorphic fucking companions are horrible. Yeah, you, you creepy bio shitheads, I'm talking to you... SOrry, I said, off-colour...
I'm not even sure how to finish with that... Time to crack open the Balvenie 18, sir?