Henrik Refsnes

I have pressurized the inner ring and restored power to the CIC. No sign of the crew. Nothing. I guess the launched escape pods tell that story… The captain sure didn’t go down with his ship, not that he’d be any help. A politically appointed 90-day wonder so no surprise there.

Anyway. I accessed the systems to turn some shit on, but they’re all fragged. It’s a mess, worse than my chili. If that’s what Al’s brains look like I should cut him some slack. I might be able to disable the main and do a few manual overrides, but not from the CIC. Can’t do shit from there, except look at Al’s calculations of how screwed we are in 3D.

I mean, is artificial gravity and some cooling really too much to ask for?

I did manage to unscramble the last log entry by the captain. It’s another whole lot of nothing. Sounds like a postcard from the precipice of human intergalactic destiny. Steep fucking cliff, as it turns out. What a useless NUB. First off the ship I’m sure. I suppose that makes me the captain now. The commander of the Ark of Humanity—

A pirate captain, Lizzie. Not a commander.

What’s that, Al?

You are a noncommissioned officer commandeering a naval vessel without permission. It is an act of piracy.

At least I’m not the only one who’s gone rogue, Al. I think it’s safe to say we’re both walking the plank.