Despite my pleas that my corp mates needed my assistance this evening my wife drags me off to some high and fancy tadoo at fleet headquarters. Some charity drive she was involved in had to celebrate the end of a money making campaign.
The POS is scheduled to come out of reinforced mode this evening and an attack is imminent. One thing I've learned though, Mercs or not once my wife gets it in her head she needs to show me off there's no since in arguing. At least they'll be an open bar so I'll get those drinks I've been needing the last couple of days.
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