From the Desk of Flynn Eastwood as dictated to Patrick Shelby, Faithful Manservant.
The coffers of the goodship Shadow had been enlarged by a recent turn of fortune where corrupt and scurrilous knaves had hookwinked an entire colony into believing that the war of unifcation was still raging across the stars. Oh, these colonials! Such a refreshing lack of guile!
Captain Reed, through mysterious connections of her own, has begun repairs and refurbishing on the Shadow. In the mean time she has allowed the crew time to relax upon some planet I haven’t heard the name of. I have discovered, through my own adventures, that the men of this planet are awful at poker and possess short tempers. The young Miss Rosebottom has disappeared with the Mechanic to watch movies. Mr. Wei-Fong had also disappeared, mentioning something about finding companionship in the various fleshpots of this city.
Our relaxation was cut short, however, when Captain Reed summoned us back for a mission! No rest for the wicked and in this case our mission was wholly suited to my unique skills. Through my own considerable abilities I took the visage of a doddering nouveau riche gentleman and quite literally danced my way through guard and vault to obscond with the prize, a data device owned by some sort of local politico.
The captain, for some reason, felt it necessary to make contact with the gentleman at some sort of political rally. It was noisome and altogether boorish, however let it not be said that Flynn Eastwood lacks the common touch. Despite myself I found the festive atmosphere to be quite agreeable. At least I was until a great shriek pierced the crowd. It was our Captain, having fainted dead away at the sight of prodigious amounts of gore that had once been our hapless politco’s head! Some fiend had pulped him with a snipers bullet!
It was a call to adventure and only one man is brave enough to answer… Flynn Eastwood!