Politics

Davie sat propped up against the wall, digging into a "fresh" can of peas as the others talked furiously about who should be in charge. He zoned them out, scooping up another mouth full. The only upside he found to being stranded three million years into the future on the wrong side of the universe was tat he wouldn't have to deal with all of the enemies he'd made throughout his "career"...that is to say hit men, gangsters, politicians, companies, military commanders, in some cases even entire planetary governments. Half of the JMC had already wanted him dead by the time he got to Blue Dwarf, in spite of all the work he still had been doing for them on occasion. In all honesty his current situation was more or less the same bull he put up with most of his life, except now he had to deal with it in deep space and surrounded by homicidal robots, demonic fish people, perverted midgets, and the reptilian descendant of prince Phillip, not to mention whatever else was out there now.

He finished off his peas and buried the tin in the heaps of dust before closing his eyes and returning to his thoughts. /Well it could be worse.../ he thought, /...at least I'm alive. Yeah, I'm in a world of shit, but at least I'm alive. I just have to make the best of the situation. Stay sharp and pray to make it through this smeggy mess and maybe things will turn out okay in the end. Same smeg different day...very different day./

His thoughts were interrupted by another verbal clash between his comrades. He stood up and started banging on the wall with the butt of his machete. "Hold it, hold it guys!" he shouted above them and they quieted down. "Keep it cool and keep it down, every time you get loud you give away our position. Now, I say we vote. Should we vote now or wait until after we've all killed each other?"

<Tag. Should we collect votes anonymously or just post how our characters vote?>
<OOC - bit of a short post, but it does I what I wanted it to do.>