Degasi Voice Log #3 - Aftermath

MARGUERIT: You see, Chief? You brought us to this sodden planet. Told us we'd see a lush payday. Now what do we got, some 6 weeks later? A dead crew. A habitat that's half buried. Food washed away.

PAUL: I suppose the executive decisions would be better left to someone with your extensive experience of hitting people in the face?

MARGUERIT: I know enough not to take unscheduled detours to uncharted planets. That's something you don't want to learn the hard way.

PAUL: Easy to judge my decisions in hindsight. Harder to come up with a plan of your own.

MARGUERIT: Got one already. We take what we can carry and hunker down in a cave somewhere. I scouted a site. Couple hundred meters deep. Lots of metal deposits.

PAUL: How do you imagine we'd live?

MARGUERIT: With ready access to building materials? Like damn queens. Couple of water filters, a bioreactor, fresh fish... But Chief, we'll eat seaweed salad and drink our own urine if that's what it takes. All that matters is: do you got something better?

PAUL: Send the coordinates to my PDA. I'll review your proposal.