nullspace
2024-05-29
Prompt by Make Up A Starship Pilot:
Starship pilot who isn’t.
Six re-emerges through the hatch onto the cramped bridge, swearing in several languages.
“How bad is it?” Anya asks, tossing over a ration pouch.
Six catches it and takes a long swig before answering. “Fucked, is how bad. That missile the Blowjob Brothers hit us with had a bio payload, one of those engineered slime molds the fucking Accordance use for sabotage ops. Kill to know how the hell the bastards got their hands on that shit… Anyway, it ate half the engine before I could vent it, plus I think some of it might’ve gotten into the fuel lines, so I’m gonna have to empty the tanks, decontaminate the fuel, flush the whole system before I can even start on repairs…” She does some quick mental math. “Five days.”