[color=darkkhaki]"Stardust is space fertiliser,"[/color] amended Giggles, ever cautious of romanticising the inevitable end of an adventurer. [color=darkkhaki]"Trust me, the longer you spend in space the more feeling the moisture on your tongue boil off as you suffocate loses its appeal. You do you, though. I just don't have room in my fridge for another body."[/color] He picked a small screw off the workbench and threw it at her. [color=darkkhaki]"And hey, fuck you, did you think we'd let you freeload? All hands on deck so start scrubbing, powdermonkey. I'll find you a sponge."[/color] He wheezed a little laughter, rubbing his eyes.

[color=darkkhaki]"Tortuga's on my way. It's full of mercs and other scum, though. Militia types, slavers. The Myrlian's crawling with them."[/color] Work to be done. [color=darkkhaki]"I don't have any contacts there, but it's the kind of place where you don't have to feel bad about shanking someone for their ride."[/color]