I write this dispatch from a point precisely calculated to be the farthest from everbody in the whole Lepskin sector. At the precise center point of the void floats one Rhys, fingers stuck in his ears and his eyes tightly closed. He is a man who values silence beyond all reasonable bounds. Still, let nobody say that Banol Kosh isn’t the best social operative the Rebels ever accidentally acquired. If the man wants “operational silence” then I will operationally silence the hell out of him!
So yeah, we flew out to this Void place, I’m not sure why and there we found this old crusty ship. It had a maybe-OK Z-95 Headhunter in it and I don’t know … some dead folks? A blown engine, woo. Rhys seems very excited about it, I guess maybe because the ship doesn’t talk? He’s all “Rebels this” and “Operational parameters that” and now we’ve got a ship way too big to fly effectively so I don’t know. There’s some talk of making a hospital ship, but that sounds to me like we’d have to let PEOPLE aboard. PEOPLE who don’t worry about OPERATIONAL PARAMETERS. Can you imagine? I can only assume the plan is stun all the patients at T’Torl and then shuttle them aboard under cover of darkness.
Still, more people aboard would raise the odds of getting a conversation going that doesn’t include “I’m going to stun you now”. I’m being unfair. Fuse & Mohoju both seem like fun guys, maybe I can get some sabacc going with those two. I gotta tell you I’m starting to suspect there aren’t ANY casinos on Blemish.
Well, if we’re going to be doing space work I suppose I should learn to fly this Headhunter. We have three ships now, and only one pilot so I’ll make myself useful. I’ve grabbed some simulators. Watch me fly a virtual headhunter in complete operational silence!
Humming doesn’t count. All the best pilots hum.