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[TCN RECORD LOG. 12.25.2550.... SHIP SYSTEM SCAN.]
> Crew Vitals: [NO DATA]
> Structural Scan: [GREEN]
> Communications: [GREEN]
> Life Support: [GREEN]
> Stabilizer Test: ... ... ... ... [GREEN]
> Sublight Thrust: [TEST BYPASSED. ENGINEER OVERRIDE 003627]
> FTL Drive: [OFFLINE. SERVICE REQUESTED]
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> Automatic diagnostic {abbreviated} complete.
|End Diagnostic Records, Shipboard Audio Log replay begin|
"... And ya know, I ain't mind workin holidays. But damn at least when the shipyard was down the well, we got to *see* a Christmas tree, all I'm saying"
"hey, shut it. Least the union got us a job in a pressurized vessel. Could be like those grunts out in the belt, mining ice just for a bed that ain't in a vacuum. You know most of em don't even make it to Europa."
"... Yeah well, ain't my problem what shit other folks get stuck in. Just pissed I'm far away is all"
"you still believe in all that god shit? Thought only the real crazy ones still cared about the old religions."
"no. But hell, it's been a holiday for this long. Just sayin'. It's a human tradition. You know back in the 2000s, people like us us'ta get paid extra for workin days like this?"
"yeah, and they used to have clean air and water too... Real meat even! You play to many hologames. Shit was half a millennia ago, stop daydreaming and put your damn rad suit on; let's fix this reactor. Faster we get the blasted thing online, faster we get to go back to the station."
"whaddya think this one's gonna be? She's real fancy... Fancier than our usual tubs."
"Cargo hauler, probably..."
"pretty heavily armed for a cargo hauler...."
"yeah? Well, guess the pirates and reavers been worse lately. Look, ain't my circus ain't my monkeys, foreman'll have our ass if we don't stop yapping and get to work... Toss me that fusion torch will ya?"
[end log. No further data.]
