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.

Comments

[geonomy]

Wow, a year and a half... It hasn't been nearly that long here, but it's still been enough!

So which ship are you on? I wanna come see you like right now.

[delincuente]

Wonderduck. Get your astronaut ass over here.

[geonomy]

I'm going, I'm going!

[In which Allen will pick his ass up and go!]