the beginnings of of complications

Arrangements had been made and McAllister had not seen daylight since the dehydration. "that's the last time I save the ship." but luckily they were able to find the water they needed. but evidently the spite of the crew had not passed and in a gesture of mercy the Duke chose me to be revitalised, on the next paramount mission, because it was dangerous it is the only way the crew would ever grow accustom to me again.

it was sad to admit but despite all the advancements in the human genome we've made the captain still needs to psychologically nutrilise(sp) the situation. petty but true.

Major Ericson was currently on vacation on a dubed safe island just off the coast were as I was 15 miles mainland testing out fruits and viable food resorces in a rural area, it apeared long ago that there was a primitive culture that was here but all seemed to be abandond and over run.

jim, exiled because of hangovers on dutie "sir there seems to be some air born contaminents, but nothing we cant handle."

the high officer, entanced to the conary team because he fell a sleep on the job. "spread out test, anything edible. stay in contat report every half hour."

seven hours later boardom had hit its peak and David had finally circled round.

the sun was begining to set reflecting earily against the trees.

trying to start up a conversation McAllister comenting on the seanery "kind of creepy huh sir?" I said to the supervisore, (the only) high ranking officer.

uninterested in idle conversation the officer asked "any progress on the skematics?"

well it looks all viable though the lack of animal life is a little weird, also the ampli scanners suggest the planets sencients are migrating to this location and towards the coast."

Tony spoke up, he was repromanded for publick nudity in the mess hall. "dude, totaly I could totaly beat these coper aged pucks back to the stone age. there is no need to worry who know it could even be fun."

the main officer "regardless, set the ships to start devowering and get back to the ship the last thing i need to do is fill out a form saying you three got killed by slingshots" the crew smirked, it seemed the outcasts enjoyied eachothers company more then the normal people. I'll have to sit at their table more often.

interupting his thoughts there was some movment in the thicket.