Fair warning I switch narrations from the first person with Jack to the limited third person for the Operative which this story fallows a bit more.

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Boros is a long ride in a vessel as small as Shadow, wernt for music, go crazy. Or crazier, ‘pending on who ya might be talk’n to.

Takin’m a job from one ya hard know aint what people call sain, or smart. But a jobs a job and I have a need to eat. I was reachen for my meager rations when my cockpit lights went out.

“Ah yah, garramin lights,” I say stumbling from my bunk in the back corner of the cockpit and found the pilots chair. “this ain’t a power failure, I still got thrust bein’ generated, an’ life support n gravity.” I say as I think out loud. “This is why I need to bring on a full time mechanic, I missed something.” I turn in my chair, and reach my hand in to a storage compartment and feel around. “Where’s my rutten databook.” I feel around a bit more before find’n the familiar smooth surface of my databook. “Ah. Now let try to trouble shot this.” I pull out a stylus and a connector cable and plug it into a port on the main console, and turned on the screen of the data book.

Instantly a welcome screen flashed on. “Voice print recognition, required.” Chimed a female electronic voice.

“Lt. Fauss.”

“Welcome, Lieutenant Fauss.”

The book went to a start screen. Taken’ the stylus I click on the icon used to represent my ship hacking software, meant to interact with the computer systems on any know ship in the alliance database, even the big old cruisers. Only problem with that is that to do any good on a ship o’ that sizen’ I need to be direct connected to the main. Or else the redundancy of the firewalls, and not to mention the numerous soldiers wondern about. All and all its possible I just wouldn’t recommend it.

I click on the box that indicates my hacking a Wren. In moments I have a read out of systems injured and whole. “No problems, Huh?” I reached over and pressed