Spent the last 24 hours fighting for our lives, save our lost crew mates, and head back to the ship for a well deserved rest—- Get attacked by half the crew. Mother Fuckers. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?! We haven’t been through enough these last few days? This is the time when they choose to kill us? What complete and utter morons, if it had been me I would have waited until we were closer to port, when we can be easily replaced. At least we killed most of them, including that fat tub of waste (was going to let him live as a jester of sorts but he pushed it), and anyone left will learn: Do not mess with us.