[Rebecca's voice was shaky and steady, and her eyes were red, suggesting she had been in tears for quite some time before recording the message.]
Uh... hey Imogen, I... I got bad news about Kris, he's gone Imogen, he's fucking gone and I just... I don't know how to handle how bloody much it's tearing me apart.
And I know you're away but by the time you'll be back I'll be boots on ground on Erie and I'll likely be without comms, or... or I guess I'll be dead, and in that eventually I've already left a lifetimes worth of things unsaid and made a bollocks of plenty and I'd rather not leave our friendship as yet another casualty so... cheers for being a mate despite me... being me.
[There was a pause as Rebecca took a deep breath before continuing on.]
And in the event you can't find me or raise me on comms after you get back because I'm... you know... tell Jason to let the captain know I couldn't help but disobey his last orders, and that he can stop holding on to my ship and kit, about time the bastard learned to fly for himself instead of getting someone else to fly him around anyway.
[Rebecca weakly chuckled.]
I always was good at winding him up, too bad I won't get to see his reaction to it.
if I don't die, see you soon I hope, if we're lucky, might even get to have a drink together on a Free Erie while you tell me all about your trip, but... eh, my good luck never holds, so yeah, thanks again, It's been a pleasure, Imogen, I'm sorry we never got around to finishing up that bot.