The next episode finds Legacy in the black, flyin' toward a little nowhere moon, when it stumbles upon a ship driftin' derelict. For those of y'all what bought the S:RPG, you'll immediately recognize the ship, and its crew, and for those what didn't... well, they'll be back, eventually.

This episode also brings even more of the telepath mystery into the open, and marks the triumphant (well, almost. Kinda. Maybe) return of Friday to the 'Verse. Finally, something that Sylvia did a few episodes ago now comes to fruition. Watch for it, you'll understand when it comes. Maybe. If not, I'm bein' far to cryptic, and y'all really ought let me know that.

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A Game of Bluffs

"Alright," Monday said, staring at the contents of her pan. "Now what?"

Zane rolled his eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh if impatience at his charge's appearant total inability to cook for herself. Hell, the first thing he had to teach her was how not to burn water to a crisp, a task which should have, in his opinion, inspired songs and poems by its sheer difficulty. She'd been slowly getting better, he admitted. While he still didn't trust her to cook for him, he was more than willing to use the rest of his crewmates as test subjects for her culinary experiments.

"Now," Zane said with that tone of mock patience, "you turn on the stove and don't fuss with it."

Sylvia was shaking her head slowly, her face caught somewhere between worry and pain. She'd been like that since she'd arrived, and she hadn't moved since taking that seat in the nook. Just as well she was about. Whenever she was in the room, Elias was pretty much afeared to show himself.

Monday made her way to the table and sat herself down rather heavily running her hands over the hair which she somehow managed to muss simply producing dinner. "I don't know how you do it," Monday groused. "Especially once you start talking to people."

"Yeah