#dividi

Well! Might as well have the MiniOM handy while you head on outside, Olivier is getting up to check on the situation and Dividi seems to have some concerns but it is a little hard to tell. You navigate through a few unintuitive menus to get to the "FOR YOU!" page. Cellog was kind enough to both upload some local data as well as dig out and bookmark various "useful(?)" documents.

You'll be heading outside either way, probably to be joined by everyone else once they're all geared up, but you might as well check on something.

>Submit Commands Directly.

I guess that's why she's whatever rank she is then. Colonel? Captain? This wouldn't be the first/fifth time you've been concussed though at the very least this time it wasn't the fault of your actions. Not wearing a seatbelt is decidedly an action you didn't take after all. And who was to predict Slim would just slam on the breaks in this Slugmeister Colonial Utility Transport Vehicle.

Hear you loud and clear! The most auspicious of laudes that can come into one's possession, rivaling a Stone Eagle, or Ten-Punched Utilities Subservience Card. A beautiful "Gold Star".

You do not posses any stickers of that kind or think that's a real thing, But it is the thought that counts nonetheless. Its been a long time coming. You can hope to one day be worthy of your own glittery golden mark of honor.

Olivier does appreciate it. Dividi is saying things. And Slim just sent this vehicle into a screeching halt. About time we check out what's going on.

you say, after what feels like a long time lost in thought. What was Slim saying? Talkin' someone down from somewhere?

HOLY MOLY! So that's where they were. An unpleasant surprise but probably the only surprise you have to worry abou-

The trundling rumbling vehicle comes to a screaming halt. The change in momentum sends you flying out of your seat, Dividi tumbling into the truck, all this leading to...

Some ridiculous bullshit.

>{SUBMIT COMMANDS]