Hello, my name is Betty

by on September 19, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I was born to be a partner to a fighter pilot.  I was literally born to be a ship.  I am just incredibly happy that Jack didn’t fight me on what kind of ship I would be.  In the ship I am, I can travel anywhere I want.  The only limit is fuel and I can get that on any planet out there.  I really do like being a ship, and I wouldn’t want to be anything else.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on September 18, 2011 at 12:01 am
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I grew up with animals, both normal and uplifted.  I like animals.  They can be some of the nicest people in the world.  Well, all the worlds that is.  The point is, I refuse to meet potential clients in a zoo and I don’t go to them in my free time.  I don’t like seeing people locked up in cages.  Unless they’ve done something to deserve it of course.  That’s a totally different animal there.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on September 17, 2011 at 12:01 am
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I enjoy talking to people.  Discussing subjects about everything from the origin of the universe to whether or not a spork should be considered a real eating implement.  And some people enjoy a good test of wits to boot.  I have to be careful of who I talk to though.  Some people are a challenge and they are fun.  Some people are no challenge at all.  Trust me, there is no achievement in winning a test of wits with an unarmed opponent.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on September 16, 2011 at 12:01 am
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I’ve been in a lot of fightin’ in my life.  The interesting thing is, I don’t have the scars to prove it.  Think about it.  My body works real hard to remove any imperfections, and what is scar tissue but skin that don’t grow right?  I get cut, I bleed, and I hurt, just like everybody.  But when the skin regrows, it’s like it was before.  So no scars.  Tattoos are a real trick too, let me tell yah.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on September 15, 2011 at 12:01 am
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I hear people ask where all the cowboys have gone.  You know there was just one squadron at first.  We were the first Americans to fly off Peloran ships.  There were hundreds of us by the time the War ended.  By then, we were all Cowboys, and more Cowboys sign up every year.  Hundreds of us have retired over the years, going wherever we feel like going.  So, where have all the cowboys gone?  Everywhere.

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