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[rebuildyourruins]

Who: Thor + you
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: the Blue Fish and surrounds
When: now

[When Thor woke up this morning to a trashed room and a communicator blinking stubbornly with unread messages, it took him a few moments to really ... parse it all. The lingering grogginess didn't help matters - and where that came from, he has no idea. Looking at the date on his communicator only further complicated things.

So it's with a definite air of confused irritation that he opens this feed. He has all the grace of someone who took a bad nap.]

All right. Three questions - how long have I been out, who destroyed my room, and why are we parked in the middle of a garbage heap?

[He did take some time to look out the window. It's not a good view.]

Comments

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[theirondragon]

I haven't seen you in about a month, big guy. As for the rest? Because the Atroma felt like it, I guess. They had us drop off some cargo for them here.

[rebuildyourruins]

[He can't help the irritated noise he makes. A whole month. How annoying.]

You mean those crates they wanted us to pick up in the last system?

[theirondragon]

[The Bull nods at the screen.]

Yep. Not really sure what they're delivering, though.

[rebuildyourruins]

I would have thought someone would look.

[Thor had intended to, before getting abducted.]

Or at least thrown them out of the ships.

[theirondragon]

Okay, I know what they're delivering, I just don't get why.

[He shakes his head.]

Nah. More likely to figure it out of you see who's picking them up.

[rebuildyourruins]

To see who's compliant or not? Makes sense.

[With a shrug, he continues.]

I don't see how it's useful to them but I have little sense of their purpose.

[theirondragon]

Nah. I don't care who you are, you don't go to effort like this without the actual delivery being important, and the cargo's so random it has to either be a diversion from the actual transfer or some kind of code we're not in on. Either way, smells like smuggling.