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Recorded on The Maiden of the Stars, 2476.8.76
Ostentatia Wallace: Okay, I think- I think I restored power
Sam Nightingale: Is there even anything to restore power to? This thing looks like it was picked apart by scrappers before we were born
Zelda Donovan: The lights turn on, that’s a good sign. Right?
Katja Cleaver: Lights aren’t engines. Please tell us this thing has engines
Ostentatia Wallace: The ship says it has engines. Just like it says it has power
Danielle Barkstock: The lights are on, so the engine probably will, right?
Sam Nightingale: The lights are flickering, and that one isn’t even on
Danielle Barkstock: The flickers just mean the lights are waving at us
Zelda Donovan: A flickering engine can’t be good, can it?
Penny Luckstone: I guess we’ll find out when we fly this thing, then
Sam Nightingale: And what if we find out that they don’t work once we’re, you know, in space?
Katja Cleaver: Aren’t we already in space?
Sam Nightingale: You know what I mean! More in space! Flying through space- and then suddenly floating in space, cold and alone-
Antiope Jones: Enough. Anything is better than being stuck here
Zelda Donovan: We don’t want to be here when the Reavers come back, Sam
Sam Nightingale: I know that, too. Trust me, I know that- But are we sure there isn’t a slightly less hunk of junk here?
Penny Luckstone: We looked
Katja Cleaver: Like, three times
Ostantatia Wallace: The engine seems to be in working shape. It’s our best bet
Sam Nightingale: If it flies at all, it’s our best bet
Antiope Jones: Then, come on. Let’s see this thing fly
Penny Luckstone: You got it
*A large thunk sound is heard*
Katja Cleaver: Okay- I agree with Sam… Is this thing safe?
Antiope Jones: Even if it isn’t safe, it’s still our best bet
Zelda Donovan: Anything’s better than Reavers
Penny Luckstone: Even then, it’s just old. It’s warming up. Give it a few minutes, and it’ll fly like a dream
*Another loud thunk, accompanied by several screams*
Sam Nightingale: Are you sure?
Penny Luckstone: Have you ever tried to run after getting out of a coma? Give the ship a break!
Ostentatia Wallace: Don’t fly her too hard, though, because if I have to fix that engine while we’re stuck with no parts, no food-
Penny Luckstone: Trust me! I’m good at flying!
Sam Nightingale: How are we supposed to know that?
Antiope Jones: We did just meet you
Zelda Donovan: And if you got caught like we did, then…
Penny Luckstone: Oh, come on! Just because I got caught-
Ostentatia Wallace: You could be really good. You could also be worse than a short circuited bot pilot. We just don’t know
Penny Luckstone: Okay, sure, you don’t know me. But do you know the Lucky Pilot?
Danielle Barkstock: I’ve heard of them, sure. From the whispers of the stars
Katja Cleaver: What does the Lucky Pilot have to do with anything?
Antiope Jones: Are you saying you’re the Lucky Pilot? The Lucky Pilot?
Penny Luckstone: Yes, I am
Sam Nightingale: It would take a lot of luck to get this hunk of junk to fly
Ostentatia Wallace: That’s not luck! That’s me and my skill, making the engine run again! And don’t insult it, it’ll be a nice ship-
Zelda Donovan: It is pretty… old
Antiope Jones: This model released before any of us were born
Ostentatia Wallace: It just needs a fresh coat of paint, maybe some leopard print couches. It still flies like a dream, doesn’t it?
*Another loud thunk is heard*
Sam Nightingale: More like a nightmare
Ostentatia Wallace: You’re a nightmare
Zelda Donovan: What we just left was a nightmare
Antiope Jones: They were just pirates, not like-
Zelda Donovan: Don’t even say their name
Penny Luckstone: The ship’s getting us away from there, isn’t it? Isn’t that enough?
Sam Nightingale: If it gets us away from there in one piece, anyway
*A loud thud, another scream*
Antiope Jones: And without any more of that
Katja Cleaver: Yes, please. No more of that
Penny Luckstone: That’s not my doing! That’s the engine
Ostentatia Wallace: I told you not to run the engine too hard
Penny Luckstone: I’m not!
Danielle Barkstock: Think of it like a lullaby. A lullaby from space itself
Katja Cleaver: How are we supposed to sleep? We don’t even know if there are even any beds in this thing
Zelda Donovan: Or any food
Penny Luckstone: I mean- the ship seems to be working-
Sam Nightingale: Does it?
Penny Luckstone: I can handle it here in the cockpit. You all could go and explore the ship some more
Ostentatia Wallace: I already explored the ship
Sam Nightingale: There is more to the ship than the engine and the cockpit, you know
Ostentatia Wallace: None as important, though. Or as beautiful
Zelda Donovan: Maybe we should look…
Penny Luckstone: Then I could finally pilot without distractions
Sam Nightingale: The great Lucky Pilot can’t handle a couple of distractions?
Penny Luckstone: I can handle them just fine
*Rattling and thudding noises*
Antiope Jones: Can you?
Penny Luckstone: Oh, go explore the ship! See if there’s food, or beds, or clothes, or anything we can trade when we get somewhere with life
Sam Nightingale: Where are we even going?
Penny Luckstone: I don’t exactly have a map
Antiope Jones: So… you’re guessing?
Penny Luckstone: I’m not guessing!
Sam Nightingale: You’re navigating an area you’ve never been, with no map or idea of even where we are, and you don’t call it guessing?
Penny Luckstone: I call it letting luck guide me
Antiope Jones: It would be better if a star chart could guide you
Danielle Barkstock: The stars are guiding us. The stars out there
Sam Nightingale: And what happens if we run out of fuel, before we get wherever the stars are guiding us?
Penny Luckstone: We better hope our luck won’t let that happen
Katja Cleaver: Your luck, I hope. Not mine. Because my luck is not good
Antiope Jones: None of us have good luck. We all got captured
Zelda Donovan: Maybe we do have good luck. We haven’t run into any Reavers
Sam Nightingale: Yet.
Zelda Donovan: Don’t say that
Sam Nightingale: It’s true! We haven’t yet!
Ostentatia Wallace: And we won’t! This ship will be fast enough to outrun them, once it gets some repairs
*The ship shakes loudly, rumbling*
Katja Cleaver: This ship?
Antiope Jones: We aren’t ditching this thing as soon as we get somewhere with other ships?
Ostentatia Wallace: Nope. I’m attached
Sam Nightingale: Who even says we’re staying together? Maybe we’ll all go our separate ways
Penny Luckstone: Do you really want to?
Antiope Jones: I don’t. Not really. You seem like you’re better people than most I’ve known
Katja Cleaver: Nobody’s stabbed each other yet. It’s a nice change of pace
Zelda Donovan: Or betrayed anybody
Sam Nightingale: That is, admittedly, nice
Danielle Barkstock: Friends who get captured together, stay together, right?
Penny Luckstone: Nobody has ever said that before
Danielle Barkstock: That doesn’t make it any less true
Ostentaia Wallace: I’m just staying with this ship. It’s a beaut
Sam Nightingale: It’s a hunk of junk
Ostentatia Wallace: It’s a beautiful hunk of junk
Antiope Jones: Fine, then. It’s decided. We stay together, we stay with the ship, and we hope that we find civilization before we run out of fuel
Penny Luckstone: Agreed
Danielle Barkstock: Totally
Antiope Jones: Now let’s go explore the ship and stop distracting Penny
Katja Cleaver: Aye aye, Captain
Antiope Jones: Wait- who made me Captain?
*Loud, echoing laughter*
Antiope Jones: No! Seriously! Hey! I am not the Captain!
Danielle Barkstock: Whatever you say, Captain
Antiope Jones: We are not doing this! No!