Profits from Prophets, Part 5
05 Jun 2016Michael Wolfe
Well, she’s a hell of a lot more chipper than Kyndi was, that’s for damn sure.Illiana and I had agree to meet outside Kyndi’s ship at 0800 hours station time. I had made sure to open the entryway door at 0745- only to see the golden-haired simpath standing in front of it. She favored me with a courteous smile and bowed slightly.
“Good morning, commander.”
I sipped my- Kyndi’s- coffee and stepped aside, taking her small travel bag and stowing it in the pilot’s cabin. Illiana followed me, frowning as she surveyed the single-bunked cabin.
“Only one bed?”
I looked over my shoulder as I shut the locker. “‘Fraid so, darlin’. Don’t worry. I’ll catch my z’s forward in the bridge.”
One blonde eyebrow lifted. “Old fashioned gallantry isn’t necessary with me, commander.”
I took off my jacket and hung it up in the locker. “That’s what makes it gallant, darlin’.”
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