Logbooks

Rex Snipes / 13 Mar 3304
Attention to Detail

Tchernobog 3 Idle hands are the Devil's workshop. Snipes cut the telepresence feed to Malenchenko City, Coma. If he had the time, he would be there drinking with excited friends from both sides of a drawn out dispute. Instead, he sits aboard the Mulo Sumadji as it rests docked at a paradise private...

Rex Snipes / 28 Oct 3303
Not All Who Wander Are Lost

En Route to Inara: Snipes looked over at the body strapped to the gurney in the medical bay of his old RimLiner. Could have been worse, I guess. He felt the back of his head and checked the healing scar for infection. Glaboski was a lot of things, perhaps a bit too many, but he did very efficient...

Rex Snipes / 21 Aug 3303
Titan of Industry

Alioth, Irkutsk: Titan. His parents had seemingly meant it to be symbolic or some such nonsense. His birth aboard the family Anaconda on the surface of Titan in the Sol system was a bit too tongue-in-cheek for his taste, but a titan in industry he was becoming. Snipes made his way to the aft lower...

Rex Snipes / 31 Jul 3303
Here There Be Monsters...

Eta Cassiopeiae, Kessel Silo, Docking Pad 08: Snipes ambled down the dark corridors of his old RimLiner Galactic Anaconda, Mulo Sumadji, unbuttoning the stiff Federal officer uniform and trying to forget the long day of low-grav combat training the new MARSOC candidates. No one besides himself had...