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[Capt. Henry Morgan]

Having recently got his Kushan Freighter back into order, Glenn finally moved it back to Ouray. Upon recieving landing clearance, he touches down softly on the landing pad and jumps out of the cockpit. "Whew, I need a drink. I wonder what's on tap at the Ouray Inn today. Hope it's not more of that Liberty Ale swill they had last time..." He thinks to himself.

After walking halfway across the landing bay, his train of thought is derailed by a group of maintanance techs sitting around a cargo crate with a deck of cards. "Hey!" he shouts "What do you all think you're doing? There's ships here that need fixing, and that's not happening if you're all here playing cards! Save it for your off time..." He looks on satisfied as they all get up and return to their tasks.

He continues on his way to the bar when he sees another maintainance tech standing by the H-Fuel tanks smoking a cigarette. He immediately runs over there and slaps the cigarette out of the tech's hand and steps on it, to which the tech protested. "Are you stupid or something, boy?" Glenn shouts "Smoking near the H-Fuel tanks?! What in god's name were you thinking? You know what'll happen if one of those tanks has a leak? DO YOU?! I face death every day, but I have no desire to die because of the stupidity of someone like you. You'll be scrubbing the latrines for the rest of the year for this one!"

With that, Glenn storms off to his office to file his report before going to the Ouray Inn for that much needed drink.

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