This is the first entry that I will hazard to put in. Due to the fact that I reformatted Terra, I now know that these entries will be seen by only those I wish to see this. I can’t believe the mess out side. It all started after we landed, Tank went to get some upgrades from the local cy-doc. Cy-butcher is more like it, he nealry cut the primary power to Tank’s life support unit. The dammed doc would’ve had some premium parts to sell to the highest bidder. I’m sure that he was glad thai I was there, me and my pistol were able to convince him that it was a bad idea too. After the iniotal scare, the doc copperated and the rest went off with out a hitch.
By the time Tank woke up Merlin and Xeke returned from shopping. On the way back to our berth a loud mouth bumped into us, or should I say Merlin and started blow hot air. I backed-up not wanting to be in the middle of the fight if it broke out. Tank tried to have him back down. Why don’t these guies ever get the memo? Faceing down a battle cyborg, not the brightest match in the pack. Well, I think the lil wind bag finally got the point when tank sliced him from croch to shoulder and Merlin zapped him only as a mafe can, extra crispy. Two kids from either end of the street took off and disapeared into the croud. The way back to the ship was nervracking. We made it to Underscore without further incident.
Back on board after a brief respit I went and insatlled our new chaff system, that was fun. Terra, remind me to thank Tank some time