Introduction
Amelia strode out briskly from the pub where the briefing meeting had just taken place. She yawned hugely, showing her sharp canine teeth that glinted in the sunlight before her lips covered them once again. She had got a crew of 20 this time and luckily for her, Doppler wasn't the one who hired them, Jim was. She had seen one of the crew members earlier this morning, making his way onto the ship. A big brutish looking Malamute cross, black and white with gold eyes. Good enough.
Amelia reached the drawbridge and heard a deep, husky laugh and a few insults returned and thrown. It wasn't everyday that Amelia stopped dead in her tracks because of a wave of fear, but today was one of those odd days.
Just to her left stood a massive female Doberman Pincher with a thick leather collar chatting to a slim alien with bright green curls and spikes coming from his back. Amelia had never felt comfortable with the female canid species and now even less so. The Doberman grinned at a witty comment from her friend and a good deal of teeth were shown. Amelia swallowed and then went to stalk past the other female but tapped her lightly on the shoulder as she did so, stopped and fixed her with one of her most piercing, feline stares.
It was meat neatly with a challenging stare from one gold eye and one blue. Amelia swallowed a gasp, she thought both the eyes where going to be blue. This had to be the girl she was looking for...or moreover, woman.
"Phantom of Bel-Air, I presume." she stated, her voice even.
"Indeed, Captain." came the husky tones, as Phantom bowed to her.
"Then welcome aboard the RLS Legacy. It's time to go." finished Amelia turning once more and striding up the rest of the plank with Delbert and Jim following behind her. She heard Phantom say goodbye to her friend and then jogged up the plank. Once on the deck, Amelia couldn't help but look down and the four thick, long, curved claws that jutted neatly from Phantoms bare paws as she paced past her. This would be interesting