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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 4875384" data-attributes="member: 4936">In the galley, the mighty galley, the pilot drinks tonight...Melara nodded along to the persistent weem-a-wep droning in her head as she nursed a thermos of the ship's coffee...which she'd actually gotten a taste for...and made up inane verses, one after another. It wasn't her usual thing, but once that damn song got in, all you could do was go with it until it let you go.Then that voice came over the intercom, announcing trouble with the sensors. Who the hell was that?Hideously, as she screwed the cap on her coffee and started towards the bridge at a run, in the back of her head was, On the Gold Greed, the mighty Gold Greed, the sensors running wild....oh oooooooooooooooooooooo...She heard Gaetanna screeching something about reporting whatsit as she passed the lounge, but didn't spare her a second thought. She was Damon's problem, not hers. Not yet anyway.Mel burst into the bridge and tucked herself into the pilot's seat, then began checking the systems, starting with the sensors.</blockquote>