Krrsh’s Totally Accurate and Heroically Told Recap: 213 to 216-1105
So we got left in the ship for a while and I had a small and honourable misunderstanding with Sharyl. I tried to assert dominance in the pack, because he looks soft and noble and probably reads poetry. He then lightly suplexed me into the deck plating. It’s fine. He respects me now. (I think.)
Anyway, the crew found out that Miria (aka Evil Cyberlady With Too Many Friends) was holed up in a junk Far Trader with some other meanies. Naturally, they all went to murder people without me. Rude. They took a body cart. A BODY CART! I love this crew.
They sneaked in through the roof or something, dodged a boobytrap, and apparently Timaeus silently murdered a man having a wee. Poetry in motion.
Then someone stepped on a clanky bit and BAM, gunfight. Sharyl charged, Tim sliced, Phoebe got shot, and then Miria yelled “Sorry Ferrik!” and BLEW HER OWN ARM UP. Literally metal. Timaeus nearly exploded. Deanna was probably annoyed that no one let her hack it first.
They scraped what was left of her into one box, her squishier friends in with her, brought them back and froze the lot like bad leftovers.
Meanwhile, Louis Left the ship. He was deeply offended that no one invited him to the murder party. So he left the ship to start a combat amusement park in a cave, featuring droids dressed as orcs. He is the strangest man I’ve ever liked.
They went to a vegetarian K’kree restaurant called Tuk’s. I stayed on the ship because I’m still not 100% sure all my Theev enemies and creditors are in freezers yet. I’ve never been there and didn’t want to because it was vegan and I thought it was punishment.
We got invited to the Rose Pavilion, although I couldn’t make it due to a diary clash and Darokyn was all like:
“Nice ship. Say hi to Oleb. Want to murder some people for money?”
He offered 2.5 million credits if Ferrik and all his crew happened to fall down the stairs. We gave him Miria’s pinky as a souvenir. He loved it.
On the way out, a charming man in royal sleeves named Prince Grehai called Oleb his “Brother in Sindal” and offered us ⅓ of a billion credits for our ship. I would have said say yes if I was there, but everyone said no. Rude again. I would’ve bought a castle. With a room for dancing.
The rest of the oppressive ruling class of the ship went back to the highport twice, saw crew working on the Mercifuge (not dead like their friends, weird), and the second time: BAM—
LEFF ROISTER. One of Miria’s crew. Alive. Waiting at the shuttle bay. Suspicious. Possibly full of knives.
Next time: SURGERY! SECRETS! Possibly killing Leff! (I never liked him and he made flea jokes but bagsy his shoes if they fit.)
Filed by Krrsh, Morale Officer
P.S. Sharyl and I are friends now. He said so with his eyes.
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