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[prettycoolguy]

Everybody has to eat, even super serious Spartan-II's.

The Chief's in the mess hall, sitting by himself and working his way through a ration of tasteless nutrient mush while working on something on his omnicomm. The Chief's never been one to really take refuge in the sensoriums to make food taste better, he's gotten used to it and doesn't even think about it much.

He's not unaware of what's going on around him, but he has most of the comings and goings of the room basically tuned out.

This means someone should bother him, y/n?

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[prettycoolguy]

The Chief finishes scrubbing the file. "Got your comm on you?" he asks Ben. "It's kind of a big clip and I might as well give it to you." He's already making plans to distribute it.

And... wait a second, Skywalker. It's a bit of a delayed reaction, but it occurs to him that this name is familiar.

"...And you wouldn't be related to a Luke, would you?"

[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

Ben handed the device over. "My dad. I get that a lot."

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief transfers the log over.

"Small multiverse."

He hands the omnicomm back, the screen showing confirmation that it has received WhyAreWeHere.mjl.

"That's the log from when we broke through to the bridge. Ran out a bunch of space pirates that'd hijacked the ship. It was... messy. They corrupted one of the ship AI's and he let a bunch of zombies out of quarantine into the pod caverns when we moved for the bridge. Killed several thousand."

"Then we got Stacy's personality rebooted and she patched us through to the Daligig."

[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. Seems like it took a lot of trouble to get." Ben took his first mouthful of nutrigoo and winced. "Sounds like you trust the ship."

[prettycoolguy]

"She hasn't tried to kill us. If anything, she's been protecting us. But she also uses us."

He exhales, brow furrowing. "And we don't know what for. Not yet."

"I trust her enough to sleep at night, but I don't think she's always square with us. Especially the Warden personality."

[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

"I want to know what for," said Ben bluntly. "I'm not interested in fighting the ship's crusade war without all the facts."

[andwellallgohome]

"We're working on it," the Chief replies. "We got held up for a while by a nightmare god. Wasn't pleasant."

"It also doesn't help that the ship's not real forthcoming. We get Daligig transmissions sometimes. My hopes right now are on landing on a settled world, apparently there are hubs. We might be able to get information."

[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

"Or a world that doesn't know anything about the Daligig," he noted. "But hey, maybe they'll have food."

[prettycoolguy]

"Most likely food," he agrees.

"Anything else I can help you with?"

[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

"Not unless you've got more answers about the ship and the Ohm," Ben shrugged.

[prettycoolguy]

"I've told you what I've got," the Chief replies. He looks down at his omnicomm. Now that he has these files out...

Here's some work to be done.

"Everything else is mostly "some bad thing on the ship tries to kill us and we stop it"."

[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

"The Nightmare King," Ben nodded. "What else?"

[prettycoolguy]

"Giant cockroaches, brain controlling slugs, zombies and space pirates, and occasionally each other," he lists.

He raises and lowers a shoulder. "Welcome to the Transmigration 9."

[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

Ben let out a long, low whistle. "You guys keep busy."

[prettycoolguy]

"Well, you remember what I said about going crazy."

[sithhavecooties.livejournal.com]

"Right," he nodded, then paused. "What kind of support staff does the ship's command have?"