Tinfoils and BiscuitsYure looked at the tinfoil hatted man with all the seriousness he could muster. The man himself held his own serious look over a clipboard. After a momentary standoff, Yure felt he might have overreached. "Well, technically a research technician."...
The Search BeginsThis is not for me! I don’t want to go around picking up scraps and trash all over random systems. I don’t want to do your job. Yure’s last word to his father haunted him. The hastily emptied out hall made them resonate louder. Another dead end....
