Carver

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— "Get your golden ass here, Captain! Our Demoniac is acting up again."

Carver, General Golden Bones' right hand, shouted somewhere in the direction, after which he began to do something with the capricious ship with a disgruntled grumbling. The joys of dealing with living ships: if they get offended by something, they will stop and will not move, no matter how you ask them, until you correct your mistake. This time, Carver had no idea where he had wronged Normandy, and only the captain could understand the situation without much knowing about cause of it. Apparently drunk again, of course.

The skeleton growled something, stamping his foot and wandering back and forth across the bridge, waiting for his captain to appear. Although he hated his impudent golden mug, he had to endure it in order not to go to Scullyvar's breakfast. He also had to endure the general's disgusting habit of stealing cigarettes that belonged to Carver and no one else.