Utterly Mad

Toomes, looking just about as disturbed by the exchange between the broken-voiced Locke and the indecipherably accented Charo as he was by the Captain's threats, reaches out and takes the dataslate, grudgingly adding his own signature.

"I'm glad we could all agree." he said, his tone still retaining an element of whineyness to it. "I'm sure you... people have *things* to do, so we'll be out of your way." He motions to his lacky, and without any further pomp or ceremony, they depart the bridge.

Snow lets out a bit of a chuckle. "Well, that was pretty effective, sirs." She walks over to the nearest command console, and presses a few buttons. The displays revert to a varity of different readouts, and she gestures to one of them. "Engines are just about warmed up and ready to go, and that toad should be off the ship in about 20 minutes." Reaching over to the Captain's chair, she picks up a pile of dataslates that had been resting in it, and passes them around.

"Your chair is warmed up if you want it, sir, and if you don't object, I took the liberty of preparing some excerpts on recent travels before your father's deaths. There's a lot of mundane shit in there, but I though you and your officers might find some of it interesting." Glancing at the chronometer on her arm, she stands up and stretches. "If it's ok with you, sir, I have to check on our current Chief of Security, who's been in sickbay since the UTA boarded. It's been long enough that there might actually be something wrong. The bridge crew here knows what they're doing, and can get us undocked with no issues. May I be dismissed?"

Most of the log is indeed pretty unexciting, but there are a few items that seem to pop out a bit.

- Passed through somewhere marked as the Verin system. Don't know what happened here, but there's nothing but a pile of wreckage, some burnt out hulls, and some big chunks of what might have been a planet at one point. It's all been floating out here a long time from the looks of it.

- Unnamed planet at 065.7603-778.3040-029.1929. Scans read life and a breathable atmosphere, lots of plant life. Sent two shuttles down, they never came back up.

- Overheard some talk in one of the bars in Ryza Station about a non-compliant planet near the Rim. Apparently the UTA has made it there yet, and the storyteller mentioned something about some incredibly powerful war machines. Might be worth a checkout.

- Stopped in at Kareem as per the conditions. Human civilization, mostly tribal. After submitting the report, we got a message from UTA to return and see if there was anything of value there. We'll get there eventually.

- BIG radiation storm at 901.9930-043.0780-111.5398. Some kind of anomaly in the center, but didn't want to risk everything investigating. Maybe when the storm dies down.

- As per conditions, went to check on the Bane system. Apparently something's gone down there - didn't get any transmissions when we entered the system, and came under fire almost immediately from an orbital station floating around Bane 1. Didn't bother reporting that to the UTA, I'm sure they'll eventually notice it when they realize the Gate is wrecked. Scans showed some serious damage to both inhabited planets in the system - those guys have enough trouble without the fucking Authority coming in.

- Lyrza is swimming in old tech. Brought some on board for trade. If we had more time here, I'd try to figure out where it's coming from.

- Did a flyby of Hubbard's World as per the conditions. Gate is still up and running (no surprise), but there's absolutely no traffic. Tons of transmissions, pretty much all religious in nature. Weird shit. Reported this to the UTA, who promptly told us they don't give two fucks as long as the gate is going.

- Some kind of new drug floating around. Ran into some samples as far coreward as Proxima Station. Apparently it's good shit, but the supply has been cut off for a while now. Maybe someone got too greedy. If we were less busy, might be worth trying to get a cut.

- Did a check of a completely empty patch of space. Had to stay there a week as per conditions. Waste of fucking time. Thanks, Sam. Glad you died well before my time.

- Stopped in at Gorgon's Palace. Motherfucker who came up with the idea of a pleasure world is a godsend. Good times.

- Distress call of some kind at 087.0589-322.2340-775.0394. We were far enough away that we couldn't detect the source, but whatever's there has a pretty powerful transmitter, and given that we were at least 150 lightyears out, is probably long dead.