The Black Sails Sovereign came up to the pin-board near the kitchen on Etna base, holding a single sheet of yellow paper. Observing the board to find the least important notice...
Flight schedule, 'Need to repair' list, Space weather prediction, Weekly menu, What the ...
He read the note on the pin-board aloud: Strong and firm Corsair looking for late night company on Etna. I can cook, make Titan origami models and there is a lot of me to love."
The Sovereign laughed briefly, and shouted but a single name: Julio!
A fat man in a white cook apron walked out of the kitchen:Si, Sovereign?
- Did you put this here? ;he put his finger on the 'looking for some' note.
- Si, senor. We get lonely in here, as you surely know.
- Bueno. I will deal with this later... You made me laugh, Julio. Continue in your work. The men are surely hungry.
Without a word, the chef turned around headed back for the kitchen.
The Sovereign stood there for a few seconds, and tore down the menu for the current week.
Same crap every day. Why the hell do we need this list, anyway?!
He then took the paper he brought to the pin-board, and put it on the empty spot left after tore the menu down. The note read:
Quote:From today on, you are to make logs of your flights. Every pilot will make a record containing a description of his trip when docking; be it in text, voice, or guncam shots. The docking bay crew will extract the records from the black boxes when each pilot lands and will forward the recordings to a newly created folder in the station's internal network: 'Flight Records'. If there are any questions, you know where to find me.
