PHILEUS DASTHON JOURNAL
00:01:01
Today I have yet again side stepped fate from a life on a miserable transport that
can go about as fast as the emporer at a sprint, onto a new and fancy ship with
guns all over it! Should make the whole surviving thing a touch easier in the long
run I forsee. Not only have I been traded up onto this hoofing gun rack on
rockets, I get to bomb about on their gun cutter, which I’m glad to say stays in
theme with its mother ship, and appears to have limitless ammo and guns,
strapped to more rockets to make it move, with me strapped in the middle
making the whole behemoth go! It means I’ll have to get used to not pushing that
button on the top of the control column for the intercom at the risk of releasing a
healthy whack of its arsenal down the range, but the controls seem basic enough.
Anything seems simple compared to the ‘touch screen’ disaster that was the
Elyptic Sonic-‐Returnomator I had to test ages ago.
00:01:02
Not so hot though was selling a whole bunch of our mutie crew to slavers. Most
unhappy about this and I shall be having words with our captain at a later date
about it I’m sure. His slightly hypocritical manner unnerves me, but so long as he
makes sure I have a gun cutter strapped to me a most times, I can’t see myself
not being fond of him. The rest of the crew seem likable enough; there are no
church wackos, the mech-‐head is quiet and so long as he doesn’t get me to ‘test’
things I can se us getting along, and shooting and blowing things up seem to be
the method of choice here, so I should be right at home.
00:01:03
Visited a death world, t’was nice, must summer again here some time.
Apparently the local fauna are big and hostile, but I never saw any, so I’ll have to
pencil in a safari next time I’m on a break. Must remember my umbrella.
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