The Day Bandit and the Aliens of Space

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“This looks promising” says Furgee, trying to get the key from the bin. He examines it to check if it actually is the officers key. It is. “Well Ric, your call on what to do now. You’re pretty much top dog round here now, highest ranking survivor and all.”

Rick pauses in thought for a moment before replying, “Well, I think getting your toolkit out of the locker would be a good idea so we can start repairs. And maybe we oughta head the ship towards one of those inhabitable planets too, see if there’s anyone there we can help.” He turns towards a monitor. “Ivy, of those planets, how many are safe for humans?”

Several of the nearby planets appear to have docks, suggesting inteligent life of some sort, Rick,” comes the reply, “but beyond that I really can’t say at this distance. Would anyone like a nice mug of tea?”


Not exactly sure how Rick’s the highest ranking survivor, but I’m not complaining. And I definitely meant to say “anyone there WHO can help,” but looking at my e-mail it still says “we.” Freudian goody-two-shoes slip I guess.

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Hey, if you’re being called the ranking survivor, roll with it! :p

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