July 24th, 2552 – Scouting
Scout Pilot/travel agent/Chef Kat “S-Kat” James Reporting
One of the problems with spending the night in the Gumbo is the fact that you really don’t have any privacy, what-so-ever. G-man probably would have been fine if we were in separate ships flying in tandem, but we weren’t we were two pilots in one ship – my ship.
We argued about everything, search order, protocols, how long you needed to leave bacon on the manifold if you wanted it crispy vs. extra crispy. We did agree that there were several possible planets and more than a few moons that warranted looking into.
Three jumps a piece to check out the best options and G-man was against me pulling any more jumps than the recommended three. And when I started to argue he held up his hands.
“I’m not declaring superiority here,” he told me. “But if we need to make a fast getaway, I want you fresh and able to jump as many times as necessary to get away and that means you rest.”
Yeah, he had to go all common sense and sensible on me. As a peace offering, I let him make the coffee.