Show Notes
I told you, ain't none of us lucky. But we're not a Rockdog like Mic Arliss, stuck down in a hole and working off a one-way ticket to the edge of Concordat space. We ain't in the way when the Corps dig too deep and find something powerful strange.
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You know, I hate to hear about folk on the float turning on each other when the turning of the verse gets cruel. But I sometimes love a good balancing of the scales. This one's a bloody tale of revenge. Bless y'all's heart.
This here's a big fish story I got from Harlan "Dusty" McGraw, the oldest Gashound I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. Now, I typically discount the kind of stories that Dusty tells me out of hand when they come from anyone else, but I learned young and well to listen to folks who grow old in professions where most folk die young. Maybe y'all should, too.
Y'all may not know it, but I've got a job out here beyond just jawing. I'm not necessarily a search and rescue kind of guy, but every so often I gotta work for a living. And when I gotta work for a living, y'all best believe someone is having a bad day. I had misgivings about making this one public, but I think maybe y'all want to hear about a baby Belter having a rough day.
You know, the best thing about a Corp Job is that it ends. Unless it don't. Take a lesson from Doctor Addison Kincaid, formerly of Kilgore Mining. And once again of Kilgore Mining. Y'all read your contracts twice.
Been a long while. Hopefully y'all have been keepin' on in the same manner in which I left you. Cause out here, things do have a tendency to get worse.