"Hey, Carthill, Captain Westerly here, is Polly around?”

“Good to hear from you again captain, we thought you were dead, the captain is on his way.”

“Oh goody.”

“This is Captain Polly speaking.”

“Morning Miss Polly, hope I didn’t interrupt your beauty sleep.”

“…Luke.” A heavy sigh. “What do you want, exactly?”

“I feel so loved. Have you been messing with our weather?”

“Where are you?”

“Abevri. Reach-wise.”

“Haven’t touched it in at least a month. And even then all I did was dump a little rain on the heights. Why?”

“There’s a storm overhead, and it refuses to budge.”

“That could just be your somewhat lackluster skills there.”

“Ha ha, very funny, don’t make me send a hail storm your way.”

“You gave Logan a heart attack last time; we were out on the Desiccate Plains.”

“Oh poor Logan; maybe if his captain wasn’t such an ass I wouldn’t have to do such things.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you have all the precision of a drunken bumblebee.”

“Tell him he won’t have to worry any more soon; odds are this Fauna kid will kill you before I have a chance to. What’s his story anyway?”

“He’s a ‘lover, not a fighter.’”

“Is this a direct quote?”

“Sadly, yes.”

“Think he’ll survive it?”

“Far as I know, he just barely makes the Fleet cut.”

“Sucks to be him then.”

“Yeah well, it‘s his own fault for being such a pansy. Now, if there’s nothing else you want, I have better things to do than let you rot my brain.”

“Jerk.”

“Asshole.”

“Bitch.”

“Whore.”

“Look whose talking. And I’ll keep you posted on this sucker.”

“Right-o, try not to get anyone killed.”

“Your confidence in me is astounding.”

“I’m not the one who plowed my ship through a row of houses.”

“Tramp.”

“Bye Luke.”

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