Malcolm's Journal - October 12th, EY217
It's quiet on the bridge now.
It's just me and my tea.
I can relax and contemplate my recent adventures...
This is not a good thing.
Let's see...
We've had to deal with pirates and aliens...ALIENS!
We've been arrested...lost our engineer for a while to the corrections system.
We've been captured and hunted...at least we managed to live and take out the bastards who done us.
We've been swindled by that todger Flint...thought I'd seen the last of him.
We've kidnapped a young girl from her house and managed to shoot an innocent boy in the process...I hope he's alive.
We're heading to an uninhabitable planet to look at some weird structures...something tells me that this is a bad idea.
In summation... things are fucked up. The craziness of the family stunt show is looking rather sane at this point.
All I wanted to do was run a simple courier business.
At least the tea is good.
Malcolm out.