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Thrusters on full.

I wish I didn’t know you.

“Don’t pander to me, kid. One tiny crack in the hull and our blood boils in 13 seconds. A solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats. And wait till you’re sitting pretty with a case of Andorian shingles. See if you’re still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding. Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence.” 

Well, I got nowhere else to go. The ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce. All I got left is my bones.

Bones’ Face Appreciation Post #3

“As you have yet to select a First Officer, respectfully I would like to submit my candidacy. Should you desire I can provide character references.”