Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-23782751-20151031000650/@comment-23782751-20151105001251

(Can I request that we don't sidetrack this too much?  Once we've settled into this "destination" that we're going to, be my guest.)

Bishop exits the blood tray, tosses his helmet in the air as he walks to the bridge.

Bishop: "Cap, brought some meat onboard.  Pretty sure we're not in the middle of anything sensitive, and they're paying well."

Captain Waits: "Define paying well, Corporal."

Bishop: "...500 credits."

Waits: "Hardly enough for space travel. Put them to good use, Bishop."

Waits taps the comms panel on his command desk.

Waits (Radio): "All hands, all hands.  Prepare for slipspace departure.  We will be arriving at Sector 0014 in approximately 2 hours."