Histidin

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.

Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

and from this planet pilot comes.


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TAKE the SHIP you must
and
fullfill your DESTINY
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Shields are like clothes, the first thing to come off.
Armor is like a penis, works better when hardened.
Structure is like a vagina, once you're in it, you're fucked.