Chop Chop
Chop, chop, chop.
Wonton: "Chop, chop, chop."
Chop... chop, chop!
Wonton: "Chop... chop, chop!"
Chop, chop, chop!
Wonton: "Chop, chop, ch--"
Gregar: "WILL YOU SHUT UP!" Interim Captain Shalema looked up from her breakfast in the mess hall of the Aga Jain, and glared at Gregar Taxus. Private Gregar Taxus. He'd stood up in a flash, supported by nanite legs, and put a dent in the table with his fist. TRAVIS was already silently fixing it. Ololot purred inside her, please with the subtle change. Shalema began to formulate a whiplash reprimand... Then the rest of the crew started screaming nonsense at him. Someone even threw an egg. Horchata: "Leave that baby alone!"
Ricardo: "Better clap along, bitch!"
Lucky: "Fuck off!"
Yen: "Eat shit!"
Olga: "I will rip out your--"
Nikkost: "O- Oh my..."
Bette: "--shove it up your ass!" Nada didn't say anything -- she was the one who threw the egg. Gregar sat down in a huff, Wonton staring at him wide-eyed. Shalema let the room calm for a beat before speaking. Shalema: "Wonton. A little quieter please."
Wonton: "Sorry..."
Shalema: "Private Taxus. This is your second warning about respecting a senior officer -- in particular the Executive Chef. There will not be a third warning." Gregar growled something under his breath, but didn't have the balls to say it out loud. Shalema took that for what it was. Shalema: "Everyone else. Take a chill pill... I haven't even finished my coffee." There was a murmur of assent, and Shalema nodded, signifying her approval. It had been a rough month on the Aga Jain. No one liked her being Captain, but she was the best one for the job. She'd only had a week in control of the initial crew before Horchata and her crew had attempted to board them on the Icewind -- may that rust bucket rest in pieces. Shalema kept them in the brig until they landed at Broken Rock, but the Free Captains wouldn't take her, and Shalema didn't like loose ends... So she'd invoked their bylaws, taking Horchata's crew as her own for a year and a day, and gained the title of Free Captain. It was highly controversial, as Horchata's rise to fame had supposedly been. Most Free Captains had tenure in the community, and had performed greater deeds than she. But the pirate code was the pirate code, and Shalema needed all the advantage they could get... An annoying, wake-up-alarm-esque sound effect spread across the Aga Jain like a virus. TRAVIS: "Interim Captain Shalema--"
Shalema: "I said no more sound effects, TRAVIS."
TRAVIS: "Unable to comply, Interim Captain. I have a standing order from Captain Mist."
Ricardo: "He liked that shit."
Wonton: "Oh. Me too!" Shalema sighed. Shalema: "Yes, TRAVIS?"
TRAVIS: "I believe you upset someone on Broken Rock... Incoming hostiles." Everyone got to their feet, Wonton leaping onto Nikkost's shoulder, and started running to their stations. Shalema hadn't even needed to give an order this time. Shalema: "Next time start with that!"
TRAVIS: "Certainly, Interim Captain Shalema. Barring any interruptions, I will be glad to." Stupid, snotty, evil, awful AI. Shalema: "Details on our hostiles."
TRAVIS: "Three starships, all on par with our smaller vessels, and two Carrier-class with ships still on board."
Shalema: "Identity?"
TRAVIS: "No SIDs, Interim Captain. Most likely pirates." Shalema scoffed, sliding into the captain's chair, and scanned the data presented to her. Nikkost was already tapping away at his console, Wonton cheering him on. Ricardo dashed down to the guns, and Horchata's crew -- no, the rest of her crew -- slid in to fill the gaps. Shalema: "I don't want a single laser burn on my ship! TRAVIS switch to engagement mode. Everyone else, let's get moving."
Wonton: "Chop, chop!"
Gregar: "WILL YOU SHUT UP!" Interim Captain Shalema looked up from her breakfast in the mess hall of the Aga Jain, and glared at Gregar Taxus. Private Gregar Taxus. He'd stood up in a flash, supported by nanite legs, and put a dent in the table with his fist. TRAVIS was already silently fixing it. Ololot purred inside her, please with the subtle change. Shalema began to formulate a whiplash reprimand... Then the rest of the crew started screaming nonsense at him. Someone even threw an egg. Horchata: "Leave that baby alone!"
Ricardo: "Better clap along, bitch!"
Lucky: "Fuck off!"
Yen: "Eat shit!"
Olga: "I will rip out your--"
Nikkost: "O- Oh my..."
Bette: "--shove it up your ass!" Nada didn't say anything -- she was the one who threw the egg. Gregar sat down in a huff, Wonton staring at him wide-eyed. Shalema let the room calm for a beat before speaking. Shalema: "Wonton. A little quieter please."
Wonton: "Sorry..."
Shalema: "Private Taxus. This is your second warning about respecting a senior officer -- in particular the Executive Chef. There will not be a third warning." Gregar growled something under his breath, but didn't have the balls to say it out loud. Shalema took that for what it was. Shalema: "Everyone else. Take a chill pill... I haven't even finished my coffee." There was a murmur of assent, and Shalema nodded, signifying her approval. It had been a rough month on the Aga Jain. No one liked her being Captain, but she was the best one for the job. She'd only had a week in control of the initial crew before Horchata and her crew had attempted to board them on the Icewind -- may that rust bucket rest in pieces. Shalema kept them in the brig until they landed at Broken Rock, but the Free Captains wouldn't take her, and Shalema didn't like loose ends... So she'd invoked their bylaws, taking Horchata's crew as her own for a year and a day, and gained the title of Free Captain. It was highly controversial, as Horchata's rise to fame had supposedly been. Most Free Captains had tenure in the community, and had performed greater deeds than she. But the pirate code was the pirate code, and Shalema needed all the advantage they could get... An annoying, wake-up-alarm-esque sound effect spread across the Aga Jain like a virus. TRAVIS: "Interim Captain Shalema--"
Shalema: "I said no more sound effects, TRAVIS."
TRAVIS: "Unable to comply, Interim Captain. I have a standing order from Captain Mist."
Ricardo: "He liked that shit."
Wonton: "Oh. Me too!" Shalema sighed. Shalema: "Yes, TRAVIS?"
TRAVIS: "I believe you upset someone on Broken Rock... Incoming hostiles." Everyone got to their feet, Wonton leaping onto Nikkost's shoulder, and started running to their stations. Shalema hadn't even needed to give an order this time. Shalema: "Next time start with that!"
TRAVIS: "Certainly, Interim Captain Shalema. Barring any interruptions, I will be glad to." Stupid, snotty, evil, awful AI. Shalema: "Details on our hostiles."
TRAVIS: "Three starships, all on par with our smaller vessels, and two Carrier-class with ships still on board."
Shalema: "Identity?"
TRAVIS: "No SIDs, Interim Captain. Most likely pirates." Shalema scoffed, sliding into the captain's chair, and scanned the data presented to her. Nikkost was already tapping away at his console, Wonton cheering him on. Ricardo dashed down to the guns, and Horchata's crew -- no, the rest of her crew -- slid in to fill the gaps. Shalema: "I don't want a single laser burn on my ship! TRAVIS switch to engagement mode. Everyone else, let's get moving."
Wonton: "Chop, chop!"
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