1st Order [Voice]

[wouldntbetonit]

what in the --

[Give him a moment. He just figured out how to use this monstrosity.]


I'm -- ah -- not sure if anybody is listening to this. This is a message to Luceti. [He pronounced it wrong. Whichever way you pronounce it, Lucetians, he did it wrong. Judge him and his lack of talent with foreign words.]

There is a ship in port, The Britannia. Quite a beauty, I have to commend Mr Kennedy for the design of her. Unfortunately she's come to be rather understaffed, so if there are any men who are interesting in crewing her....I'm sure her captain would appreciate it greatly.

That is all...back to your business.

[If William Bush could have it his way, he'd start a press-gang right here, right now. But that required a navy and men to help. So asking nicely would have to do.]

Comments

[voice]

[thedicearecast]

[You know what? Forget being above this sort of thing, because she's not. Amelia is nursing the worst hangover of her life, coming off remembering the worst day of her life, and absolutely not putting up with crap like this. Not that she's actually involved with the crew. In truth, she's never seen the ship, or even the ocean.

It's the principle of the thing.]

Looks like there really are idiots on every world. And just when I was starting to have a little hope for men.

[voice]

[wouldntbetonit]

I'm sure the world will keep spinning, ma'am.

[....Oh no he didn't.]