You manage to salvage a mostly function
Wil Wheatonx1 from the debris.
He is inside a refrigerator. "It worked, didn't it?"
"I have
forbidden you from reminding me of that movie! Such insolence!"
Ed meets you in the backroom of his diner.
"Good job out there. You showed you really know to handle your ship- which means you just might be up to moving some goods for me. I've got some Chill Pills- not even illegal, normally. They ship to Yarogolek. Which is now blockaded, soon the Ion Corridor might be as well. There's a war brewing. Anyway, if you can push the pills in, you'll turn a tidy profit- plus, you'll keep my uncle joey from flying off the handle. Which would be saving my ass tenfold."
Ed starts to leave for an order, but Sensei holds him up. "One last thing- we learned the other day that your grape soda is
flammable. Very much so."
"Well, you see, it's got a lot of-"
RAM interjected- through the comms, as was his wont. "I am ob
servINg high q
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ntiTIES of be
ta rad
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on."
"You know what, Ed- I don't even
wanna know. I seriously do not want to know."
"I'm still drinkin' it." said CJ "Besides, it means I'm always armed."
"I just try the orange soda..." said Sensei.
Back at the base, most of the crew is excited (if that even works) for a short break and rest. Shadowdump, however, eagerly rushes to the laboratory section, like a child on Christmas morning- who actually thinks they might get the military grade weaponry they've put on their wish list.
"Hey, Von!"
About half of the considerable team of men looked up, with a chorus of "Ja?". There must be a lot of 'Von's.
"Eh- whoever called?"
Richthofen ordered the rest of the lab back to work. "Ah, I vas looking to see you! We 'ave som of zee new weapons- more dachka" (he has great difficulty pronouncing the onomatopoeia), "as you say. Vehold!"