Hey Gang! I hope to post later today. I need to get the story moving. =)
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Thanks for outing me to Shirley, LT. Now we get to see what her reaction will be. Hopefully she won't blame me for the sleeping arrangements that I had no control over.
"You might have been the first asleep, but not by that much; I don't reckon you've been awake much longer'n we have. Surely not enough to get something going like that. Never you mind, I'm sure Sam or Iris have a proper explanation for it, and I'll just defend you from Shirley until we get it, OK?"
Spaceman Sam nodded again. "YOUR PRESUMPTION IS CORRECT. HOWEVER, WE ARE NO LONGER JUST OFF THE COAST OF THE FLORIDA 'PANHANDLE'. AS WE HAD EXPECTED, MANY TOOK INTEREST IN THE NUCLEAR DESTRUCTION OF THE ASSAULT SCOUT. WHILE SAID FORCES ARE NOT LIKELY TO RECOVER ANYTHING OF USE (BOTH HALVES OF THE ASSAULT SCOUT WERE DESTROYED IN THE BLAST). IN ORDER TO KEEP THE BROADSWORD HIDDEN, WE TRAVELED SOUTH. WE ARE NOW 155 MILES WEST-BY-SOUTHWEST FROM THE CITY OF SARASOTA, FLORIDA. WE ARE SUBMERGED 735 METERS BELOW SEA LEVEL AT ALL STOP."
The tablet then showed a terrific map of Florida and the Gulf of Mexico.
Once some more food was brought in, Mario digs into it with gusto. Finally sated, he waits for the team to be in the room by themselves before bringing up any of the concerns and thoughts on his mind. Placing his hands flat on the table, Mario says,
Toph lets out an angry sound. "Damnit, I'm supposed to be a simple fighter pilot and doctor, not the savior of the whole stinkin' planet! This stuff is over my head and way over my pay grade. Sam, you and your ship here has dumped a whole basket load of trouble in our laps, and I have no idea on how to deal with it."
Please either edit or save this otherwise-wonderful scene until Toph's questions have been answered and until Kaerri has posted.