Your last job was a bust. You're in your cabin, staring at the dismal readouts on the screen: low on supplies, low on fuel, negative credits. If you don't get a job and, more importantly, get paid soon, it won't matter much longer because you'll be adrift in space on a ship with no life support. A knock on the door alerts you to his presence; even after all this time he still won't enter without permission. He moves next to you, eyes scanning your face quickly. "What's our status, Captain?"
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