Shipboard Log: Entry 213 to 216-1105
Filed by: Patrick Steward, Executive Valet-Class Service Unit, HDMS So Much For Subtlety
Subject: Crew Activities While Inadequately Unsupervised
213-1105 – Theev Surface
The crew returned to the ship in good spirits, if bloodied. In their absence, I investigated a brief but audible kerfuffle from the cargo deck and could not help but note that Mr. Krrsh had sustained a black eye and a minor facial laceration. Upon inquiry, it emerged that he had felt it wise to assert dominance over Mr. Sharyl, our resident Aslan. Mr. Sharyl, ever the soul of magnanimity, described the event as “honourable.” The resulting injury appears to have been a matter of course.
Meanwhile, Miss Deanna and Mr. Timaeus confirmed the presence of several hostile individuals aboard an abandoned Far Trader in the Scrapyard—former crew of the Mercifuge, if I understood the chatter correctly.
A heavily armed strike team was assembled (without consulting the valet, I might add), including Mr. Sharyl, Lady Penelope, Mr. Eric, no fewer than three of our Vespexer irregulars, and Boogie-Woogie the combat droid. They transported themselves through the city via grav-cart—with cargo crates, no less. One can only imagine the optics. I really do wish that they would remember to use their disguise nets after spending so much on them.
The mission, I am told, began with stealth and ended with a cybernetic arm exploding. Miss Miria, the crew’s target, self-destructed rather than be captured, nearly disintegrating Mr. Timaeus in the process. A most untidy gesture with which to close. She was scraped into one crate. The two badly wounded survivors were placed in cold berths. Mr. Timaeus underwent autodoc treatment overnight. On the upside, I did get to tut enjoyably while cleaning up the trails of blood. I then returned to making Miss Vi some rather more presentable clothing.
214-1105 – Theev Surface
Mr. Louis, long discontent with what he termed “insufficient violence,” tendered his resignation. He will be pursuing a business venture involving cave systems, animatronic orcs, and combat-themed entertainment. I wish him well, if cautiously so.
Later that day, most of the crew visited a vegetarian establishment run by a somewhat anomalous K’kree named Tuk. They returned speaking of “transcendence” in a manner that I note is rarely coined regarding my own cooking. I took the liberty of disposing of several meat rations that have since gone untouched.
That evening, a formal dinner was held at the Rose Pavilion with Admiral Darokyn. Though I was not present, reports indicate he recognised the Harrier’s design, questioned Oleb’s current silence, and made a lucrative offer:
- 2MCr for Ferrik’s death
- An additional 0.5MCr if all of his crew “fail to recover” which I feel contains the hint of an ugly insinuation
Miss Deanna gifted him Miria’s pinky finger, which, despite my deepest professional instincts, appears to have impressed him.
Following dinner, the crew were approached by Prince Grehai, who styled himself heir to Sindal and offered ⅓ of a billion credits for the ship. The offer was declined, though I would have appreciated advance notice to prepare financial models.
215-1105 – Theev Surface
Mr. Timaeus, Miss Deanna, Lady Penelope, Mr. Eric, Mr. Vas, and Miss Goorp visited the highport to reconnoitre the Mercifuge. It remains active and under maintenance despite the crew’s prior engagement with its inhabitants.
Several members then made surgical bookings at Phenotype-A, a high-end augmentation clinic. Mr. Sharyl has also scheduled procedures. I have prepared recovery meals and changed the ship’s lighting to “spa mode.”
216-1105 – Theev Highport
Returning once more to the Highport – charmingly known to the natives as “The Skull”, a term full of evocative suggestion – the crew encountered a certain Leff Roister, believed to be a surviving member of Miria’s team. He was spotted waiting at the shuttle lounge—possibly unaware of his comrades’ troubling condition.
A confrontation seems inevitable. I have readied the remaining cold berths and wiped down the body crates.
Observations:
Honour appears to be a recurring theme this week, despite the decapitations.
I have filed a requisition request for more autodoc-grade disinfectant.
Mr. Krrsh has added glitter to his bandolier. Again. My hints and assertively-raised eyebrow seem less effective than has been the case with previous employers.
End of Entry.
Filed with patience, discretion, and a faint whiff of disapproval.
— Patrick Steward, Valet-Class Artificial Gentlebeing.
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