To: Everyone

[earthborn]

This is Commander Shepard of the SSV Normandy SR-2, Systems Alliance.

I know by now that that won't mean a lot to most of you; this world, this planet at least, is a bit farther down the tech curve than my normal. I'm given to understand that for a certain portioned of my fellow summoned, this is not the case. So I'll ask:

How many spacers are here, aside from myself?

Sound off. I'm willing to bet we have a hell of a lot more in common than anything else, no matter who says we ought to be at whoever's throats, or why.

Comments

[earthborn]

[God help her, she likes this little shit. Why must Shepard have such perpetually terrible taste in friends?]

I'm still here, whenever you're done.

[itookashot]

[ You attract them. ]

Frankly some would say this rocket burning the Crow Club down would be an improvement.

[earthborn]

Sounds like you want to tell me about the Crow Club.

[Anything is better than this weird shit they're communicating over, right now— but a nice cold one would improve even that.]

Over a drink?

[itookashot]

Drink's on me then, for once I have more coin than someone else. We can go to the inn if you like or there's nightlife-esque taverns.

[earthborn]

Wherever's fine by me. I'm not picky. Just point me the way, since you're buying.