Barron Sharpe

[Barron's sitting on his bed, journal pointed up at his face. Behind him, you can just catch sight of a huge collection of post-it notes taped up to the wall, along with highlighted pieces of paper and pages ripped out of various books, as well as what looks suspiciously like a drawing of Prefect's face. That suspicion is probably confirmed, considering you can just see the edge of a post-it reading "...ect" with an arrow pointing down to the picture.]

I gotta question for everyone. Why isn't this a sober barge? Why give guys in jail drinks? It doesn't work like that where I come from.

Not to mention, what's the best place to work in this dump? I want a job. Not like cleaning or anything, I want an awesome job. Like a space mechanic. I could do that, I went to law school.

It's normally not my thing to tell people when they're making a mistake. Especially not cops and competition. [Takes a breath.]

There's a whole bunch of people coming on board. People don't come from nowhere. It's pretty clear that we've landed at a port and our friend the Admiral is yet to announce it.

So why aren't any of you taking advantage? Especially the new people? Don't you guys want out before we move on? Doesn't anyone want to tell the cops about this hellhole?

[Dramatic sigh.] Some of us aren't satisfied sitting around and waiting for a rescue.