The Captain's voice pounded back through the comm. [i]"You heard me right, Smith. Take what you need from Cargo and Salvage. Left sock- wait, aren't those the same as the right ones? Screw it. Left sock is all ready for pickup."[/i] He reached down to hit the seals on his suit's left boot, depressurization squealing as he slid it off his foot, exposing a worn wool sock beneath, sweaty and quite rank. [i]"It's a pretty bad sock, Smith. Hope you're up for it."[/i] He slipped it off, and glanced around his half-cabin, half-cockpit. "Shit, that's my only left sock." 

He put his boot back on anyway, and saw Mei, showing off her new suit. "Lookin' good, Mei." He gave her a little finger-gun, before he realized he was still bootless and barefooted. He slid his boot back on. The internal gel layer warmed to match his body temperature, but he still winced at the feeling of the gel against his bare skin. "Ugh. I hate that." He adjusted his pistol, magnetized to his belt. It had a habit of floating over to his crotch and making it hard to sit down comfortably. Once it was properly placed, he sat back down onto his chair and promptly jumped back up, his sword hilt now in the way, having rolled to his lower back. He slid it over to his left side and sat back down. "Mei, there's a scientist on that ship, a theoretical physicist. His name is Doyle. I don't have a first name for him. That's classified. I want him unharmed. Barring that, use your hardlight dagger. I have a sneaking suspicion there's something down there on the surface. And I want to know what it is." 

[i]"Ventura, let's get some music in here. How about... Perturbator's 'Humans Are Such Easy Prey'."[/i] Ventura's voice sounded through the intercomm, a cool male voice with a strong American accent. 

[i]"You got it, Cap."[/i] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8DekFFCE5c]The music[/url] thumped throughout the ENDGAME, making small, unsecured objects vibrate with the bass.