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[servomotor]

GOOD MORNING ZION

[It's about 8:00 in the evening; the vast majority of shops closed and dinners eaten.]

I HAVE A HOVERSHIP AND NO ONE TO CREW IT

WORK FOR ME. RESEARCH AND CIVILIAN/MILITARY CONTRACTS. IT'S BETTER THAN WORKING FOR THE ZDG FULL-TIME BY AN IMMEASURABLY HUGE PERCENTAGE. I KNOW, I COULD SET THE BAR HIGHER, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT

ETA 1 WEEK TO COMPLETE REPAIR/RETROFIT. NO AUTOMATED RETRACTING STRIPPER POLES THIS TIME (MORE OF A PROMISE THAN A REGRET)

Comments

[alsohawkeye]

Where the hell did you get a hovership?

And it's 8pm, did you sell your watch for it?

[anthophobia]

Do you want a mechanic, or are you going to do that yourself?

[Since he already mentioned it was being repaired, she assumes he might not need one.]

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[nightride]

which ship?

[dissent]

"Not the ZDG", compelling.

[imitant]

Why is it better?

[echopraxia]

There is blackmail involved, yes? You have pictures of Gwisin.

text. eventually.

[onyourfeet]

what do you mean
you haven't located the automated retracting stripper poles yet?

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[heda]

[ Somewhere in some shady back corner of Zion, a ship is awaiting imminent cargo and there is nothing for its captain to do but stay out of sight and scroll through public posts on the local equivalent of a burner. It's not the best way of gaining intel on the population, but it's not the worst way to pass the time, either. ]

Do you have a problem with the ZDG?