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The Professor strolled through the canal-like alleyways of the spacestation's market area away from the Pub, heading towards the docks. It was a conscious effort he had to make in order to not look intimidated- not that there was all that much of a threat the casual passer-by. Simply enough, the fear-mongering media of richer or more developed human systems had done their work on Argyle's mindset towards the group he called "Thugs" that inhabited or frequented Carina. A beep squibbled from his chest pocket. By automatic reaction he dropped what he was thinking and pulled out his datapad. A message quite vividly indicated one Captain's concern for the risks involved. Argyle replied "I know that we will be entering Nardo space at least twice, but the complete course I am not certain of. From what I understand, there is very little risk in terms of deliberately entering into territories that are enemies of Humans or similar allegiances. Trusting with the expertise and experience of the other Captains, I'm sure that your concern, while well-founded, is excessive." Edward hoped that his last sentence sounded more convincing to others than it was to himself. In the tiny moment that he was putting his datapad away again, he realized with thoughts unclouded at the architecture of the spaceport. He would have noticed it sooner, had not his first sight upon entering the spaceport two days ago been looking up at the retro-deco construction of the entire place, as opposed to seeing a man gunned down in a duel, first thing spotted off the gangway. "Eddie, you've let your worries get the best of you again. And now you'll be leaving this beautiful station. Blast." Shortly enough, the minor automatic docking shuttle held in the Small size Dock-083 greeted his eyes, entering into the warehouse-like access and transport hub for the dock. All the Docks were bathed in a soft blue light, making stark contrast to visibility-yellow painted connectivity systems of the docked ships, visibility-red painted equipment that belonged to the Dock, and high-visibility orange of Dockworkers and Engineer staff, milling about or working on things. The Professor's ID permitted him on board the shuttle, a tube-like vehicle not much bigger than a bus with a green stripe on the side. "Welcome back [[Mr. Argyle]]. "Return to the Valiant, please." "Course set. Departing as soon as possible. Thank you for choosing G-" Argyle tapped the readout to make it stop speaking, extracting from one of his pockets a very old fibre-bound journal and began writing.

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The vast majority of what we see is atoms and electrons that compared to each other are very far apart; matter is inherently very sparse and mostly space. Particles almost never actually come in contact with each other unless in situations of pressure, heat or nuclear force in terms of several orders of magnitude. However, Lawful interpretation of physical contact in most countries does not restrict to the subatomic level unless in specific situations; randomly slapping someone to prove a point is not one of these situations. This is why Physicists are out kicking particle's asses and not in courthouses for Domestic Violence alongside the Lawyers. Q.E.D.

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"It'll be risky getting there sure, but how do we know others haven't already made off with the wreck or its cargo? And just what is this golden planet? Just how long have you spent researching this and why is it mythical? I'm sure I'm not alone here in wanting to know as much about what we're in for as possible..." The stalwart looking Captain with a goatee Argyle took a notice of, looking less unsavory that most of the other patrons of Carina he had encountered yet. "My Professorship is in Astroarcheology. I've been in the business of knowing hard fact from hooey for over two decades, so I should think my word is credible. However if you're interested later I can show you what I've researched so far for my thesis on the Carbunkle." said the Professor, adjusting his glasses. "I have heard this myth before and I trust your intelligence enough to believe it could definitely be on the "Golden Planet," but I would like to know what we'll be facing. Now mind you, I don't scare easily. But I do know what a suicide mission is. What kind of enemies are over there?" "Well, er..." the Professor was at a loss for words to describe what the journey would entail, since even the requirement of an escort was not at his own behest. He then decided it would suit to set out. "That would be an excellent question for my Captain." he directed his voice to the ensemble. "If you are indeed to be my escort, please be getting to your respective vessels.", placing a multi-access chip on the table, which automatically and wirelessly transmitted information to the datapads of the recipients he had already indicated to his own datapad. "You will all follow me to formation around my Vessel, which I will travel to by shuttle. Pleasure to be greeting you all."

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That sounds efficient and effective, seeing as the nature of Faith is an assumption based upon facts.

*Picture of Rainbow Dash* "Are you a spy?" *Picture of TG&P Trixie* "You are all incompetent cowards!"

"A simple escort mission Tagon, 7 experienced captains with the addition of the Professor should be more than enough for this proverbial Bermuda triangle." "Professor, I don't believe I've ever heard of this ship before...or this supposed 'golden planet'. You say the ship disappeared, and you believe it's wrecked. Can you give us any more than that to go on? Disappeared under what circumstances? Do you have any idea what they ran in to? I'd rather avoid my ship meeting the same fate..." "The current theories floating about the extranet (what few there are these days) are navigational problems; my research has led me to believe the most credible theories are ones that surround the idea that the Carbunkle was disabled by asteroids or some other similarly natured disaster, not enemy attack. The route we've charted will be relayed to all participants once we've cleared the Carina system, my ship is loitering just outside awaiting me." Argyle slipped his datapad back into his pocket.

Argyle's interest was piqued by one of the prospective Captains mentioning he had seen the Carbunkle in a dream, but kept it to himself. "The commission would be 600,000 bits plus 15,000 per crew member, pending successful venture there and back. You all would be flying escort to the ship I've already hired that will be carrying myself, that will also transport what we can of the Carbunkle."

With a modest assembly gathered at the table, Argyle spoke into the ambient buzz of other aliens and such, in a quieted tone just loud enough to be heard but only within an arm and a half's reach. "My name is Professor Edward Argyle, I represent the Department of Exploration and University of Acter-Polaris." he began to distribute 100Bt banknotes, one in front of every person seated before him, punctuating the placement of the last card with emphasis in his voice. "I trust that what I am about to say will be held in the strictest confidence between ourselves and no one else, regardless if after some detail, you accept, or refuse, my offer." Argyle held his voice for a moment as some heads at the table nodded in assent. "Some of you I'm sure have heard of The Lost Wreck of the Carbunkle, the research vessel that disappeared over-abouts one hundred years ago. All of you I'm sure have heard, of the "mythical" Iyliss System and its legendary Golden Planet. According to my research, I believe the Carbunkle is wrecked somewhere in Iyliss, and the expedition is simply to find and retrieve what we can, of it. The challenge therefore is the obvious problem that Iyliss lies behind the Galactic Core on the opposite side of the galaxy, and to navigate there would require both skill and military prowess in order to... intrude.. past foreign or possibly hostile regional borders. That's where you all would come in, and that's the plan in a nutshell." Argyle sat back in his seat, expecting more than a few questions but more than that simply trying to keep himself from being overwhelmed at how nervous he was.

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And knowing is half the battle!

I am the Captain of the Pinafore (and a right-good Captain too!) I'm very very good and be it understood I command a right-good crew. (we're very very good and be it understood he commands a right-good crew)

Gabe Newell actually falls under the category of "Pencil pusher" at Valve, if you think he was a creative genius behind their games.

Quick's the word and sharp's the action.

Justice used to have the iconography of scales, a sword, and a blindfold.

"Not at all. Have a seat, Sir."

You might have doomed yourself to that Nope Engineer shaped mark, man.

If I had meant physical traits, I would have said so. There are obvious things like the wide range of features that humans have in their sexual dimorphism that we could talk about. But we are forgoing those of "Physical nature" for "Idenity".

A sword, pen and ink. Pen and Sword are of equal strength depending on the wielder.

Never saw it, but I do remember seeing commercials for it on TV. I remember much more fondly Arthur and Magic School Bus.

I don't even know what career I'm going into in the near future, after having finished graduating form both High School and a Technical Institute. (Not due to lack of agency or opportunity, simply consideration. Complex issue...) If I got my cutie mark at a young age that would designate my role in life, or at least what is or should be most relevant to my interests, that might be pretty dooming. Prime examples: Silver Spoon, Snails. Pitching those logistics out the window with narry a farewell or tip of the hat, I'd say in the name of Fun, my Cutie Mark would be a pencil. I love to sketch, and pen/paper are the best ways of conveying my ideas into the physical, or at least the fastest. Either by diagram or writing, seeing as in Equestria there aren't any computers per se. (Given the choice between writing and typing, I'll take the faster one any day.)