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[centre][colour=teal][h1]Marino Di Liberto[/h1][/colour]
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Business as usual would be a bit of a stretch the describe what The Condor was going through at the moment. That is to say, it had had no business whatsoever. No rouge aliens, no new planets, not even an escort mission. It was frustrating to many crew members. I can't say all because one crew member was rather happy about this stagnant period.

Captain Marino Di Liberto was not a typical captain. Mainly because he was tired of his job. He was very good at it when he put in the effort, but he honestly couldn't be bothered anymore. He hadn't always been this way, but he changed when he moved to The Condor. Work exhausted him, and he became almost jaded. So a lack of work was a blessing.

The Condor had stated on Earth for around a month now, but all that was about to change. Yesterday Marty had received a mission from the IOSE. Much to his annoyance. It was simple, some rouge Titchua aliens had raided a merchant ship, they had to get back the stolen goods. It was almost too simple, making Marty weary of what it could lead to.

Walking to the meeting room of The Condor, he shuffled his file nervously. If he had watched enough old sci-if films, like Star Trek (his favourite series ever), he knew that some complicated mission to save the universe was about to take place, with him at the helm.

Laying his file on the head of the table, he leaned into the microphone on the table, broadcasting his message into the rooms of all aboard the ship. [colour=teal]"Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the ISS Condor. Its an ongoing mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before. Or at least come to the meeting room. Captain out!"[/colour] He sat in a large chair, lacing his fingers, resting his head in his shoulder, giving the impression he was sleeping. It was only 6:30 in the morning.