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Sun 19th Jun 2022 03:33

The Perils of Fame

by Nichol Trafford

And what, exactly, was that load of whale crap?
 
I take a crew on a sanctioned mission to search out a beacon of some kind in the rift. Granted, no job ever goes totally smooth, but this? Ending up in a world where the crew were treated like some kind of most-powerful God Council, down to having a holy book diary. A bunch of squirrel types started peppering everyone uniformed with questions, praise, autograph requests. It was horrible. They even tried to touch the steering wheel for my airship while I tried to tell them off!
 
No, scratch that. Not my airship, the Captain's airship. I'm here to help, not to lead.
 
Anyway, soon enough someone on the crew managed to start off a massive party. Don't know who, don't care, just avoided the booze because I was on a job. Eventually, we figured out the main crew wasn't talking to us anymore, and a bit after that we found the island they were on just up and vanished. The only thing we had left was to stop the party and take the rest of us back home. When we got there, we found out they managed to get home first, and apparently they managed to cause massive damage to something really important in the process. When I talked to Li-
 
[the rest of the paragraph has been blotted out with ink.]
 
Right. Notes on a criminal conspiracy. Never mind, nothing to see here, Captain.