[Written, private to Spades; action for Maharajan crew]

[vysecaptain]

[Early morning on the 18th, there's a piece of paper stuck to a mast on the Moon with the following message, which appears in the journal a while later:]

I'm sorry, but I had to leave.

-Vyse

[Vyse himself is nowhere to be found--he departed via one of the Navs as soon as the message was secured to the mast. If he's needed, he's on the Maharajan.]

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[Action]

[under_the_wire]

[Ja'far is parked near the Nav, his oversized Navy hat pushed down as far as it will go and his bandages ever present wrapped around his face. It's sunny, okay, and he burns easy. When the Nav flashes, he jumps to his feet immediately, daggers in hand.]

What the fuck are you doing here?!