Aboard the U.N.S. Embassy Vessel Terra Firmator. . .
Odd. It looks almost as if the Morokweng started to shred us, and then changed its mind. Colonel Kerchak is sweeping for casualties. so far we've been lucky.
There's no deck gravity, but it feels like we're moving.
They're probably hauling us into a bay where they can number the pieces as they finish tearing us apart.
That naked optimism is one of the things I love most about you.
I live for your subtle sarcasm.