driftfleet

Who: Rick Sanchez
Broadcast: fleetwide text post
Action: marsiva
When: right the heck now

SELECT * FROM passengers;

SELECT * FROM marsiva;

SELECT * FROM gromflomites;

SELECT * FROM galacticfederation;

SELECT * FROM gromflomite;

SELECT * FROM stupidfuckingbugs;

SELECT * FROM atroma;

SELECT * FROM atroma
WHERE species LIKE 'gromflomite';

SELECT * FROM atroma
WHERE loyalty LIKE 'galacticfederation';

SELECT * FROM atroma
WHERE audience LIKE 'galacticfederation';

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- - MARSIVA - -
[Rick woke up, realized he wasn't where he was a second ago -- the breakfast table -- and immediately found a terminal. No brainwave jammer. Not good. Without knowing exactly where he is in terms of Federation space, he could be very actively screwed.

The terminal doesn't seem to be cooperating a lot, actually, so Rick throws it across the room (it's hand-sized, which makes for convenient throwing), then stoops to pick it up. He's fiddling with it as he walks around, scowling, not really paying attention to where he's going.]