( audio. )

[pilot]

Everyone got their bearings? Good. It's time to get off this rock.

[ other people say hello. han ain't got time for that. ]

I checked the systems on the ship before we left. I think I can get comms back up. It's going to need work, but I won't know exactly how much until we get it out.

So here's your chance to do something good for the community: anyone who's tired of this dirtball and wants to go home, meet up tomorrow morning at the gate. I'll need people who can tell a servo from a nut.

[ a beat. ] And guards. I'm not interested in getting attacked while I'm carrying this stuff back.

( ooc: getting communications with the station up, pt 1! more information on all of this can be found here. )

Comments

[dirtypizzaboy]

I can be taught the difference between a nut and... what was it? Servo? That.

[there's a pause, and he's smirking at himself]

I know my way around walkers if you're still looking for people to help.
I'll bring Daryl, too. It can be a party.

[pilot]

Great. The more, the merrier. [ asocial cynic wants party txt it ]

I hope you learn fast. I don't like repeating myself.

[dirtypizzaboy]

Don't worry, I learn fast - especially when its important.

Looking forward to it, man.

[pilot]

You didn't get out much, did you?

What's your name?

[dirtypizzaboy]

More than might have been healthy?
[there's something like a laugh in there]

I'm Glenn.

[pilot]

No such thing, bud. [ says the guy with a target on his back from a gangster and the empire. ]