Kleenorp has gone missing, along with two human refugees, John and David. I’ve been doing my best to find them and my daughter seems to think I can, but the closed circuit recordings on this fucking sphere are controlled by an AI everyone is trying to hide, and this shit would be way easier if I had access. I think they’re inside the Stellar Lady, but something is wrong — I’ve got way more heat signatures in there than I should, starving human refugees that are eating faster than blue cubes can get made, and my gun is not big enough for whatever the hell has stolen their ship.
They aren’t even here. Sunny left to go bargain with the Dragons.
The AI they left behind, Chloe, has been exceedingly pleasant to work with. She and her human counterpart are both more efficient than anyone I’ve worked with, especially Bridger.
(She paid me ten credits to say that.)
I didn’t expect to see the two of them so soon, much less with the Chosen himself in tow. Sam and Mira’s luck has always been profound, but this… this is a gift.
I can begin my work much sooner than I thought I could.
These people are powerful. Special. They don’t even know how much.
They gifted me with a bar fight.
I will follow them, to Earth. The wizards have been eager for this fight for a very, very long time. It’s time to stop being ruled by the cockroaches who managed to dimension shift. I’ve got something much, much better in mind.
They leave tonight, and I’ll be with them.
Misc. Notes, Aman Pruet Malakai III
There’s a girl in my bed that I didn’t put there.
Wait, that sounds bad. Let me start over.
That is not Mora looking back at me.
She sure is shoveling three times the pancakes and coffee into her mouth as usual, anyway.
Oops. Now she’s puking.
I’ll ply her with vodka, see if that helps her relax.
(2 hours later)
Okay, well. Heresh the thing. That’s Rue. My Mora’s gone. I’m out of pancakesh. And it’s time to blow this fucking Dragon joint and get back to Erf. I mean, Cori. Then Erf.
—Space Livejournal, Krampus