Welcome back, space warriors, to the fifty-third installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest! I'm Wong, your host, and you are once again Corporal Amos Wedge of the United Jovian Independent Defense Force, and this was totally preplanned and not because of a certain narrator's laptop eating his next-session notes last night. Don't worry, Gretchen fans, that interview will happen next session even if space and time themselves must be bent for it!
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Last time, you accomplished your mission, you went sleepless under heavy stress after riding a combat adrenaline rush, and you made it home mostly on UJCIDF wake-up pills and paranoia that the Paladin was going to drop on your formation like a fox among chickens to reclaim your hostage. Of your squad, you had it the worst, because the standing plan in the event of Paladin was to scatter and regroup at the nearest settlement, which would probably have translated into you, with the hostage, facing it alone. At least Garret would be worth something if he surrendered, but you aren't exactly a property flush with political capital. You've heard bad things about what the Avalonians do to their prisoners too, really awful things. The worst you heard about was this sort of thorny seed they make you swallow, which then hatches in your stomach and gradually consumes you as material for its own growth over a matter of weeks, but there are enough ghastly stories that it's hard to choose a least-favorite. Despite your fears, though, you made it back to base safely and collapsed into a bed.
By the way, today's quest is sponsored by Bahamut Corporation. Fine, Europan engineering at affordable prices. Reliable. Versatile. Safe.