It has been one week since I was brought onboard The Kestral. I've had time to meet and introduce myself to the other crew members, Brock Lee and Tori. Brock Lee is an interesting guy, to say the least. He is a man of few words and towers above us. He is sweet though, like a big puppy dog. He helps with everyone's needs and can eat just about anything. He is like our own rock trash can. Tori, however, is not as timid. She can be very aggressive and is not afraid to speak her mind. I guess you have to act like that if your in charge of weapons. She bosses everyone and acts like the head honcho, even though we already have a captain. I dreamy one at that.
"Wakey Wakey everyone!" Shouts Maverick. It's like this every morning, or space morning, I guess. Time is irrelevant in space. I unplug myself and set my modules to day mode and walk out of the janitor closet, or "My room" as Tori puts it. I walk out to see Maverick and Tori standing there in the hall, waiting for me and Brock. I rub my visor and say good morning. "Still waiting on Brock, right?". "Yep," Maverick says, "You know how he is. He says that all the time about Brock, And I still don't know what he means. I hear a large thud, and we see Brock just barely fitting through his cabin doors. He slowly walks towards us and moans. That's his good morning greeting.
We head into the Kitchin to eat. Brock pours himself some Kelrogg brand "Rock Flakes." Tori makes herself some scrambled Zeboar eggs, and Maverick makes his usual; a giant plate of Earth pig bacon. Everyone munches down on their breakfast. I just stand there, waiting for it to be over. It's always difficult seeing people enjoy something you can never have.
After breakfast, we all head into the main room to discuss the day's agenda. "Today we will travel to the civilian sector 45-E5 for trading," Maverick says, "We need more Hyper Fuel for the ship." Tori sighs, obviously wanting to fight space pirates instead of shopping. Brock just sits there and stares, making little noises, agreeing. This will be the first time since I was bought to be going on a Trading satelite. "Alright, looks like were in agreeance!" Maverick exclaimes. "Everyone, get to your stations." "Fine…." Tori mumbles. Brock just stands up and walks towards the shields. "Sure thing Maverick! Anything for you!" I say, worrying if I sounded too excited and weird too Maverick. I quickly speed walk to the engine room. Stupid, "stupid, stupid!", I think to myself. I definitely sounded too weird and clingy. Lets hope this day gets better.
After a little bit of traveling, we finally make it to the trading satelite. We land near the port and head out for trading. It was huge. Probably the biggest Trading satelite I had ever seen. There were people everywhere of all races and species, trading anything, from rare maps to common galaxy nomes. Maverick suggests splitting up for easier chances of finding the fuel. "Please pick me Maverick!", I think to myself, crossing my grabbers behind me. "I'll go with Tori. Emma, you can go with Brock Lee." Damnit. Just my luck. We agree to meet back at the ship when we are done. We part ways and me and Brock head into the crowd. It's days like these where I'm glad I can turn of my smell Scent-sor. Me and Brock walk for a while, trying to cut through the crowd of weirdos and creeps. Some even try to buy me from Brock. I can't wait to go back to the ship.
Brock Lee and I aren't having the best of luck. We can't seem to find the Hyper fuel anywhere. We decide to sit down and rest. Well, Brock rests, I don't need to on account of having a 24 hour charge. I walk around a bit, leaving Brock to rest. I hear something in the distance. I turn up my Hearing Sensor and listen closely. I hear…., Barking? It's coming from the back of the market. I walk closer and closer. The barking becomes louder and louder, until finally I get to a dark alley. Great. I wish I had another Oxygen pipe now. I slowly walk in and see a couple of boxes and some scrapped robot parts. Disgusting. I investigate the source of the barking, and lift up the boxes. Dogs. Dogs? I see two of what look like old houndroids. They seem to be in pretty rough shape. On one of the dogs sides reads H-D. The other, T-B. H-D has a very strange look on its face, but seems friendly enough. They are clearly hungry, and need oil. They whimper and cry as they try to lay together. Im gonna get thrown of the ship for this. I open my chest cavity and scoop the dogs into it. I warm up my body to help them. I need to find the crew.
I hurry as fast as I can back to the ship, trying to avoid all the merchants trying to sell me stuff. I finally make it back to the Kestral, but see no one. I go inside but can't see anyone there either. I sit down and in the kitchen and plug the dogs into the ship. They seem to be getting better, meanwhile I am getting worse. "Where is everybody?", I think. I start worrying. H-D and T-B try to comfort me. What has happened. What has happened to the crew? Maverick? When all hope is lost, I receive a transmission on the holorecorder. Oh no.
To Be Continued In Part 2 of Part 2