Starfield:Justus Qvist's Slate
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| ID | 00369D13 | ||
| Editor ID | SE_KT12_CorrosiveGasFleetAttack_JustusQvist | ||
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| Type | Note | ||
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There's an old Swedish proverb which says luck never gives; it only lends.
So when I drew straws with Gutierrez over who was going to do fix the exterior, I wouldn't say I was given a break. I was just lent a little more time.
Besides, Gutierrez was the better choice. He's always been the brave one. He tried to fight the Fleet when they boarded, and lost a tooth in the scuffle. Me, I hid in a corner. I've got a mouth full of teeth and all they do is chatter.
When the vote came over whether to consume the body, I cast my vote in favor. We needed the energy, and here was our lucky break. But while I felt good at first, I couldn't keep any of the meat down.
Gutierrez told me I was lucky, and at the time, I agreed. But I was only borrowing it you see, it was never mine to keep.
