Beginning New Log...
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Hello? Is this thing even f—crackle—ng working?
Okay... finally.
Uhh... Captain's Log #001.
This is... Jenna Banshee. I'm from—... I... was from Captain Vice's crew. Obviously, I'm a Howler. I don't think there's any harm admitting that on this log. I'm a fucking wolf, after all. If I get caught, I'm getting thrown in a cell, audio evidence or otherwise.
This escape pod had a recorder in it for some reason, so I figure I might as well make use of it. Especially considering... uh...
Well, assuming this pod doesn't crash land and kill me, I guess I'm my own captain now. Once a Howler, always a Howler. But I'm not going back to that piece of shit Vice's crew, that's for sure.
So, a new crew it is. So, from this point on, you can refer to me as... Captain Banshee. ...Captain Jenna? Whatever. I'll work on it.
Either way, no going back now. This pod is locked on for coordinates of the nearest inhabitable planet. I'm not loving what's coming up on the console, though. Some backwater outside the usual travel lane of sectors. X4-02961C... "Thorn" apparently is what the locals call it.
Great. Sounds friendly.
Whatever. I don't need friendly. I just need some Units, a crew, and... well, probably a new ship. I'm not really sure how to... slow this thing down.
Oh shit.
Uhh... maybe if I—
APPROACHING SUB-ORBIT.
Cool. Great. Fucking perfect.
PLEASE ENGAGE SEATBELT.
...Fine.
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