audio; a very important statement for the entire crew

[skelepun]

[Solemn silence reigns for the first few moments of the broadcast. A shuffle of papers, a clearing of his throat -- or technically, a very good impersonation of it. There's no throat to clear. Anyway.]

Okay, so. I know there's been a lot of back and forth lately, kids. And I don't wanna add to the tension, but as long as we're ripping off band aids? I figure there's no time like the present.

[Another deep breath. Clearly, this is weighing heavily on the guy.]

I'm gonna say a few words that'll mean a lot to you guys. Bran. Oatmeal. Raisins. Words that should never even brush against the word muffin. And yet every Saturday, seems like those are the only muffins I see. I'm not gonna point fingers or anything. I dunno if the blame lies with the people taking the decent pastries or the persons allowing those ingredients to infect perfectly good muffins in the first place, but it's a tragic miscarriage of judgment and for the safety of the crew, I think it's important we all address the massive, raisin dotted elephant in the room.

I'm mean, jeez, guys. There are kids on this ship. What if they mistake them for chocolate chips? We're all responsible if we do nothing. Get it together, Moira.

[Another deep breath. He's said his peace. When he speaks again, it's as if a completely different person is grinning into the mic.]

And hey, as long as we're all here, feel free to air your various grievances too. Y'know, to save the Captains their bandwidth. Let it all out.

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[petrifiedshadow]

[Starflight returns Nick's silent frown. That sure was someone who looked exactly like a fox. He sighed, rolling his eyes.]

Animals that aren't part of the crew.

[There, are you happy now?]

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[neveroutwrenched]

[There's a look of notable confusion on Ratchet's face, not even realizing what this new third party might be frowning about. He has never so much as heard of a fox, and as far as he's aware, there's no one in this conversation that would accurately be classified as an 'animal'. Not politely, anyway.]

Obviously.

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[pawpsiclepeddler]

Good enough-- WAIT hold on, uh.

[Now that he's actually seeing Starflight...]

What, exactly, are you?

[He's clearly not one of those bald mammals, which was Nick's initial assumption, given how weird they can be about him... in fact, that's. Apparently not a mammal at all. This place just keeps getting stranger.]

[petrifiedshadow]

A dragon.

[Clearly.]

[pawpsiclepeddler]

You're... a dragon.

[An actual dragon. Of course. Why is he even surprised anymore.]

Well, uh. Thank you for that nice concise answer, lets me get to... trying to process this right away.

[petrifiedshadow]

[Starflight didn't seem particularly bothered by the reaction. He'd gotten pretty used to it by now.]

So are you actually a fox? Or is that just a coincidence?

[Like Ratchet and cats, apparently.]

[pawpsiclepeddler]

I am, in fact! Some of us are actually what we look like.

[As far as he's concerned he's one of the only crew members on this ship who isn't weird-looking as heck.]