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Gargulec:
'She is dead?' Skye did not sound contended by that news. 'Ah, fuck' she muttered after a second of silence. 'Her droid won't like that, I say. Anyway, nothing new here. Repairs are proceeding as planned, and local wild life does not try to eat. So I can consider myself lucky, I think.'

Xander Morhaime:
"Well, it's not like we had much of a say in the matter," CX replied flatly. "A specimen of the greatly varied local predatory fauna jumped her. If it's any comfort to the clunker, it was probably a quick death, at least. Now - have you considered relocating? Yourself or the ship, either one works. If you could move the ship at all closer to our current location, it'd make things a good deal easier. I wouldn't call it a necessity, but still..."

Gargulec:
Skye hesitated with answer. 'I'll see what I can do...' she said eventually. 'But I can't determine if this wreck is going to fly, and I would be glad to avoid crashing it any further. And now, I am going to get some sleep. You should as well. Skye out.'

Night passed quickly for CX.

A the sun rise, Triz woke up, and then she has woken up Vince as well. He was feeling much better, yet still a bit exhausted.

'Are you ready?' she asked, after a you ate a breakfast that consisted of a few ration bars. Yummy. 

Xander Morhaime:
"Have we got a choice?" CX muttered. He might be a clone engineered to kill, but he still could be cranky in the mornings.

Silhar:
Vince didn't comment, chewing slowly. He still looked slightly pale, pushed in his little warm corner, but at least his stare seemed a bit more calm than a few hours before. However, this did not clearly mean a good mood.
In fact, if only he could, he'd happily greet a new day with a few nasty words, but in this state he was pretty much unwilling to open his mouth except for another bite.
Swearing in his thoughts as loud as he could think, he got up and straightened, his bones giving away a loud click.
Orders lost, ship wasted, and I am here with a damned imperial grunt, a shipwreck, a malaria and a complete lack of money... Hell, if there's any absolute listening to me, my thanks for dipping me into such piece of shit. You rock, oh omnipotent nobody.

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