audio.

[delincuente]

[The audio feed rattles to life with a blare of feedback, and the voice that comes through is bright, cherry, and possibly familiar to a few.]

Gooood morning, outer space! I'm pleased to announce that I've just taken over your fleet. You can call me Your Majesty, or Supreme Overlord, or Beyoncé. One of the three. Mom jeans and aerobic dance are officially outlawed, and nothing is allowed to start before noon.

Kay, thanks. Beyoncé out.

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[universal_charm]

You realize that suggests it doesn't end well for you, right?

_{[ Because if you weren't in the history books, it meant you lost. Have an amused, but wry look, Alex ]}

[delincuente]

Um, of course it didn't - I'm here, right?

[universal_charm]

_{[ He barked a laugh. ]}

All right, you have me there, Miss Beyonce.

[delincuente]

Hey, that's Ms. to you, son.

[universal_charm]

_{[ Another laugh. ]}

Ms, of course, my apologies.

You can call me Jim, though.

[delincuente]

[A short pause; her smile relaxes, becoming more genuine.]

You can call me Alex. Formerly Captain Russo, of the SS Paisley.

[universal_charm]

Oh a former captain. It's a pleasure - and welcome back to the Fleet. I'm Captain of the Tourist myself.