Sunday September 21, 2008
Narrator:Aboard the mercenary warship Touch-And-Go, currently in a stationkeeping (and rubbernecking) orbit around the Credomar habitat.
Ennesby:No biosphere breach. The outgassing was from bulkhead passages, now sealed.
Ennesby:Somewhere between zero and three hundred, depending on who's doing the counting. Call it "undetermined" for now.
Massey:It's time to wake the Captain.
Ennesby:No, it's not. What's he going to do that you can't?
Massey:I don't know. Couldn't we be deploying troops to help them with repairs?
Ennesby:It's Infracrat territory. They're broadcasting "stay out of our way" right now.
Massey:So we just do nothing, and let the Captain sleep through all this?
Ennesby:Right now there's nothing to do.
Ennesby:And you're good at that. Get busy.