*Persi rubs his face, trying to get the sleep out of his eyes.* Persi: Three weeks... and still nothing. Will we ever find the right planet? *He sighs and stands, walking out onto the bridge of his flagship, the Innovation.* Persi: Aliharya? Aliharya: Naib? Persi: How close are we to the next planet? Aliharya: Not far,…
(NO! Don't go there...) *Grumbles something and takes the bowl out of the cage.* I'm pissed at this already. Never did care much for dogs... *Fills it with water and then brings it back.*
Alistair: ... I believe I do get the privilege of psychologists orders, but I will let you see what Mr. Quinn's orders are before I decide whether or not to give mine... *He cuts out.*
Alistair: And a marriage on the way. And another person who was just beaten by a ninja in your cargo bay. And the leaders of another interplanetary empire aboard, who will soon be your in-laws... Me: Yup. Alistair: You should go on vacation. For a very long time. With no drugged water this time.