"So I was wondering... did you know my predecessor? The mysterious S'tivan."
"Oh, a Caninoid. You know, fluffy tail, canine ears, a gene-mod by birth. He was your predecessor right when EXO-Lumina's mercenary fleet were waging war in Zanzibar. He had it rough in here, but I think the local Exofficer had a soft spot for him, and he for her. One way or another he avoided getting kidnapped or forced into slavery."
"Obviously, he isn't a bartender anymore." Eccite rolls her eyes.
"Ah, yeah, you didn't hear that story. Well, one day he decided he likes his corporate lady more than our corporate ladies, so he decided to abandon the outpost."
"We can leave at any time."
"Yeah. But before he left, he invited his EXO-Lumina girlfriend and her buddies over and they siphoned the fuel tanks dry. Like, there's enough fuel in these tanks to support a battle squadron for a month's worth of operations. SRC accounting estimated five million credits of loss from that alone, not to mention they had to buy and transport new fuel to refill the tanks when they found the new bartender for this outpost." Eccite shrugs.
"As far I know, Fedpol is still searching for S'tivan. Well, if anyone's asking me, he's either already several sectors away from here, or got dumped, or worse, by his EXO-Lumina girl and her friends, when war turned bad for them. Probably the latter, someone would hear something already if he was still alive. So moral of the story for you is, don't get hooked with crazy chicks in power, and don't steal corporate shit." The Chief types something on her datapad.
"Well, these are almost done..." She muses to herself.
Eccite will soon move on to help rest of the crew with their work.
A) Ask about info on current affairs within Zanzibar Sector.
B) Offer to help her engineers out! They have the knows, you have the hands - this can only end well!
C) Ask about Employee Classes and synthol reimbursement.
D) Ask about... (insert topic you might find important here)