I don't think this chap will be as long as the others. Last one was nineteen pages long. That's pretty long for me and a fanfiction. I can't believe how far I've gone on this story and how much farther I've yet to go. More battles, more romance, more surprises! So stay tuned for this next exciting chapter of Finding a Way!
*blinks* I need to stop watching so many old cartoons…..
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Chapter 3—Escaped Reality—
Narrator….
"What do you think KIA? Bound or not?" the pale Irken asked turning her head to and fro to show the small SIR unit what she was talking about.
The Captain had invited her and the crew of the small ship to a dinner in the officers' mess hall and she wanted to impress her, at least a little. That or look at least presentable enough to pass as a Captain of her own ship. She went professional so far with a uniform that she had found in the closet.
It was a navy blue shirt with grey pants. She had found a very nice pair of black boots almost like her pair when they started the journey/escape. She didn't know how they got there but she definitely wasn't going to complain.
And now, up to this point, she was just trying to figure out how she wanted to wear her antenna. She had seen a few females on board with theirs bound together with either a clasp or ribbon. She was just curious to see how she'd look.
The SIR tapped his chin thoughtfully, his tongue sticking out only a little, "Not bound ma'am. It just doesn't look right bound."
"I have to agree with KIA," Grace said coming into the room and going over to her bed to grab her hair brush. "You have long antenna that curl just so and they just wouldn't look right with them bound."
Lak smiled, "Thanks!"
"I thought a more thorough explanation was needed," Grace said with a smile back to her, then began to attack the mass of hair that adorned her head. It seemed to be completely unmanageable for a while now. Of course it was almost down and past her butt at the moment. Maybe she could get it trimmed by someone on board Bez. No too short of course, at her shoulder blades was perfect. But she was tired of sitting on her hair all the time.
A knock at the door startled both Lak and Grace out of their own private thoughts. "Come in!" they both said at the same time.
The door slid open to reveal Wren dressed in one of her nicer uniforms though it was still casual enough to just be comfortable.
"I thought I'd show you the way to the hall after you were done," she said walking into the room and glancing about.
Brace blinked in amazement at a few of the braids in the Captain's hair that then trailed into a larger braid that trailed down her back between her shoulder blades. Grace felt a small flush of jealousy at how tame her hair seemed to be.
Of course, now was the time she also noticed the cat ears. "You have cat ears!" she blurted out before slapping her hand over her mouth.
Wren laughed. "Yep. They, my nose, tail and various other additions came with an allergic reaction that happened right before we escaped. Only person out of the ones that had survived to actually change though, not positive unfortunately."
She motioned to the hair brush in Grace's hand. "Would you like some help?"
"Please! It's too long for me to manage properly," Grace said.
"Sit," Wren motioned as she went over to a panel on the wall only to open it and grab a bottle that they hadn't even known was there.
"That wasn't there before," Lak frowned up at Wren as she checked her boots over once again.
"Bez likes to help me out a bit sometimes. Small changes like that take no time at all," Wren explained as she pored the contents of the bottle into her palm. Setting it aside she rubbed hands together before rubbing and running her hands through Grace's hair. "And Bez is amazing in the fact that he creates everything to the likings of everyone. Like this leave in conditioner. A person we rescued actually had a job creating conditioners so Bez took the formula and modified it as needed. Like yours now. It as a hint of chocolate and strawberries. Two scents you like?"
"Yeah, but it's making me hungry now. I can't believe that one ship can do all this."
"Bez is pretty amazing," Wren said smiling as she took the brush from Grace's hand. It ran through her hair much easier now. "That's what you get when you befriend a living ship though."
"What exactly is Bez? What is a living ship?" Lak asked reclining back in her chair. Curiosity had been eating away at her since their conversation with Rachel.
"Bez is a Biomechanical Sentient ship. He's mostly made like any other ship out there but with a different shape and a completely organic system infused into the metal. The plasma core is basically his heart," Wren began to explain, pulling Grace's hair out of her face after brushing all the tangles out of it. She brushed a few strands of hair forward while pulling the rest back. Carefully she brushed he hair again before handing the brush back to Grace. She began to do some very complicated twists to Grace's hair before continuing her explanation.
"The plasma hums and pulses instead of beating through his body like a human's heart beats and pumps our blood. Everything can get bigger and does. He could only support maybe fifty people in the beginning. He can now support over three hundred of it comes down to it. We're still a little cramped but he's already a third of the way through another level."
"Does he grow like other life forms in height or is it like a sun and all together?" Lak asked, leaning forward.
Wren's eyes lit and she smiled widely. "Almost exactly like a sun! not quite just on the outside only but all the way through. I'm going to have to remember that analogy. It's a very good way to explain everything. KIA, you pest, find me a few blue ribbons please. No stealing them though, got me?"
The SIR smiled as he saluted her, "Yes ma'am! Light blue or dark blue? How long?"
Wren hmm, "Light blue and about arm's length KIA. Thank you and please, hurry before my fingers cramp."
"I think I can do that!" he smiled at her before skipping out of the room.
Wren smiled as she watched him skip out the door. "Now, onto the relationship of Bez and his crew. Bez could do perfectly well without a crew. There's a slight problem with that though. Bez would grow much slower than he is now. He learns and grows like a child would. Fast in the beginning then slows down later on. Right now though he's learning from everyone on the ship, even the smallest things. And the relationship with the crew is interesting too. It's almost symbiotic. We can repair anything wrong with Bez that would take forever naturally and he supplies us with what we need to survive. It's an interesting relationship. Thank you KIA."
The SIR was tugging on Wren's pants as he held a couple of clue ribbons in his fist. She took them from him and began incorporating them into Grace's hair with a few twists and braids.
"But there is a catch to the symbiotic deal," Wren said somberly. "If the ship itself feels that its crew is in the wrong or that they have done something unforgivable then he can terminate them at any time."
""Terminate? As in, thanks but you screwed up and now I don't want you to survive anymore?" Grace asked.
"Yes, either one or all of his crew," Wren answered seriously. "So far though, nothing has happened to us so we're good. I don't think anything will either."
"I didn't know there were ships like this out there," Lak said.
"There are AI's out that, but nothing like our Bez," Wren smiled. "Done! Should stay for a good while and it'll be very easy to take out. If you have a problem, just ask Bez to get a hold of me and I'll take it out."
"Ok," Grace nodded to Wren standing up.
"Are we ready to go? I'm starving," Wren smiled as she headed to the door.
Zim's P.O.V….
Wren came in followed by Lak and Grace. Wren smiled at everyone and as she told the two behind her to go ahead and sit with Jace and Min. She started toward her seat as well. She greeted and talked to a few officers on her way as well. The table was an oval like shape to make talking to everyone slightly easier and it didn't take her long to reache her seat.
"No formalities today," Wren said finally at her seat. "Let's just eat!"
Several people laughed at that and food started to be brought in by a few civilians who had got together to surprise Wren with a meal.
"You didn't have to do all this!" she began to protest but was silenced when she was told that they had wanted to. And if she was going to continue she wasn't going to get any.
"How could I fight against that logic," she only laughed raising her hands high in defeat.
Rachel snickered at her friend and almost melted as she took a bite of her meal. She began to praise the work of the servers. And soon everyone was. It was delicious and all the preparers were flushed by the end of the first course with the praise. By the second, happiness shone in their eyes. When they brought out the desert, a small model of Bez made out of cake and what could only be chocolate, they looked as if they were about to burst with pride. We all stood congratulating them and applauding their work. Wren asked if they wished to cook more often. When they confirmed it she gave them permission to cook for any meal they wished with fair warning before hand.
They thanked her profusely. One even rushed up and gave her an enormous hug, then rushed out embarrassed at herself. After desert the other officers started to head back to do whatever they were assigned to do or other tasks they wanted to accomplish. Soon there were only eight people left in the room.
Wren sat down across from our four guests. She steepled her hands before her as she looked at them thoughtfully. "Now, you're not in trouble, any of you. I'm just a little curious. I have a history of what happened to the Irken race from an Irken. The separation and the supposed genocide of part of the race, yet here you are before me. May I hear the Warirken half of the history?"
Jace an Min blinked at her as if she grew another head.
"How did you find out about us?" Jace asked with a small frown.
"Part of it was deduction," she began. "Comparing the attributes of you and the Irkens made it evident at one point you were part of the same race."
"Whoa, Wren try not to burn out with all those big words you're using," Rachel teased.
Wren stuck her tongue out at her.
"So very professional Grashe," I thought with a smile and a slight roll of my eyes. "Of course, that's how much of the information was collected on the usually. People underestimated the two of them when they were together."
Min looked at them carefully. She touched her mate's arm lightly, drawing his attention. She whispered something to him then motioned to us.
"I refuse to reveal anything but our side of what happened for fear that the Irken crew members you have may harm us. We are already in trouble, we are not going to risk any more with giving anything away," Jace said frowning at us.
"My crew is loyal to me," Wren said frowning herself. "None of them would harm anyone that I bring in. And none of them would challenge anything I've said or done. None I've spoke to have spoke of any ill will or intention to harm anyone from your crew. And even if something were going to happen, Bez would inform me before anything could happen."
"You do not know that," Jace sneered, "your first officer would have already contacted his precious Tallests."
I snarled and rose but Wren only had to rest her fingertips upon the back of my hand to have me stop. I looked down at her to only sit again as so many emotions passed before her eyes as she looked up at me. As soon as I sat, she smiled at me. She ghosted her fingers down my glove clad ones and she calmly stood.
"This is no going to be pretty," Curtis muttered.
"Oh, you don't know the half of it," Rachel said. "That second smile directed at Jace is not a good smile."
"Master Jace," Wren began. "My first in command has no loyal ties to the Tallests. He sat, smiling, as I verbally tore into them for harming my friend Rachel. He helped us escape from a slave ship when he himself was caught by the same creatures that captured my home planet and he could have escaped himself. He has fought, bled, and comforted those that aren't his people."
"Zim is more than an Irken now," Rachel piped up. "Zim is my brother because of what we've been through. He's helped pacify an emotionally distraught Captain from harming anyone, he's been the solid stone she can rely on when she needs help making decisions that would make others crumble."
"Zim is a friend," Curtis said taking over. "He knows that to survive we have to work together. He has done some of the most interesting jobs an Irken Invader would kill themselves for, just for someone even mentioning it."
"Diaper duty," Rachel said in a sing-song sort of way before giggling.
I had to resist the urge to either smack my forehead or leap at her. Everything so far was just something I didn't think I deserved the praise for. And to stop from leaving the room Wren ran her fingers over mine again. For another time I wandered how such a simple touch could cause so many emotions to well up inside me and threaten to overflow. What Wren said next though made me freeze in shock.
"Zim has given me hope when I've had none. Made me smile when only tears seemed to come, and I trust him with my life. Without him I would never have stayed this strong without him by my side, I would have never stayed this strong for the crew without him," she quietly said looking Jace straight in the eyes.
Everyone was quiet as we looked at Wren. She had sat back down and looked every inch of a strong leader. Min held a look of awe in her eyes as well as Lak and Grace. Wren hat that affect on people when she put her soul into her words. And ther was something else under those words that I just couldn't decipher though. They held so much more than what was spoke aloud.
"I trust you," Grace said first. "You have a kind soul that is dedicated to everything you believe it and it seems like it rolls over to everyone you trust."
"I trust you as well," Lak added almost frowning. "My gut instinct has never proved me wrong before."
"I trust you only because Wren does. Without her, I would not have my wonderful children," Min said softly.
"Min's opinion of you must be just then," Jace said with a sigh. "She would never say that unless it was true. But what is said here does not leave this room."
Wren looked at him. "Upon my word as Captain and as Bez is my witness along with the others in this room, and may Bez expel me from this ship if I break my word, nothing said in this room leaves this group of people."
Narrator….
Jace sighed, "During the civil war between our people, it was decided by the Warirkens that we needed to send a few people away so we wouldn't be completely wiped out. We were able to copy the incubation tubes and change them to our purposes. We then sent thousands of our people off as far away as they could be sent. We left no traces of where we went after the attack.
We thrived after settling light years away. Things though seemed to become more corrupted as time went on. Those that thought themselves to be above the rest started making absurd decisions and experimentations. They were crossing different species of aliens to create new species, trying to brainwash them to fight in wars. When our own people began to disappear more and more, whispers of rebellion started to rise.
I was a scientist thinking I was doing the greatest of good for everyone. When they promoted me, I was ecstatic until I found out what sort of experiments we were conducting. Graphing parts of some aliens to others. It was horrific and after going through several of the graphs, I hated myself for following orders. I swore to myself that I would never do another thing. My soul was shattered and I took the chance to fix it, if only a heart beat more.
I caused mass confusion when I release some of the experiments. Little to my knowledge did I know that Lak had escaped and was causing havoc herself. I found myself after turning a corner with a pistol in my face and a malicious grin on her face. She had blood splattered across her clothes as she eyed me. Behind her was Grace looking shocked."
"Either show us a way to escape or get out of my way before I blow your head off," Lak said darkly, obviously she was deep with in her memories.
"I swore that I would show them and I started to lead the way when a squad of soldiers started chasing us. The center and the base were one and the same so it hadn't taken any time at all to deploy someone to take care of the mess I made."
"Or mine," Lak added. "I left quite a huge mess in my wake. I saved Grace in time before anyone could do anything to her. But as we were escaping, let's just say that I wasn't in any sort of talking mood."
Wren frowned then nodded. "I know exactly that feeling," she sighed and rubbed her temple. "Please continue. I do not wish to relive my past before you finish yours."
"We raced down the halls," Jace continued. "We soon came to the ship bay when we found Min, whom I had known for quite some time before this, upon a ship doing regular maintenance. I tried to convince her to just leave the ship but she refused to. So the four of us escaped only to be chased down by the Empire and their men."
Zim frowned himself. Seeing this, Rachel leaned over to him. "Does this even sound plausible?" she asked him lowly.
"Oh yes, it does. I'm just worried about what sort of experiments they were conducting though. That has me worried," he replied with a sigh.
"I believe that this should have us on guard," Wren said as she seemed to mull over the facts that had been laid out before her.
"What's going to happen to us now?" Grace asked worrying her bottom lip. "Are you going to kick us out?"
"What are you going to do?" Lak asked leaning back in her chair.
Wren waved her question off as she answered. "Do what I said we would do. I keep my word. Your ship will be rebuilt, supplied, and returned back to you."
"Rebuilt? I thought you were only going to fix it!" Lak yelped leaping out of her seat.
"Sit down Lak," Wren said with a small roll of her eyes. She slid a vid her way that had more detail than a hologram could show. She tapped the device and a full lay out of the old ship popped into view across the table. "The vids before you explain what was wrong with the ship."
"It was easier to list what wasn't wrong with it," Zim stated bringing the hologram up from a vid that he held. "Red on the hologram shows the critical areas, yellow the moderate areas, and green the safe."
Everyone except Zim and Wren gaped at the hologram. Very little of it was colored in yellow and even less in green.
"Damn," Rachel whistled, "Those engines were going to go boom! That is never a good sign."
"And you should know all about engines exploding," Zim muttered.
Wren tilted her head at that comment. "That sounded just a little dirty."
"Wren!" Curtis admonished. "I'm the one with a dirty mind."
"You do not want to know what's on my mind," Wren grinned, "You need more than bleach and a pressure washer to clean it."
Rachel's head hit the table with a groan. Grace giggled at them. She could really get used to these people in command of the ship. Serious, yes, but fun all the same. In the end, would she go with Lak, Jace and Min, or stay here on Bez? She pushed that out of her mind as she concentrated on the problem at hand.
"Let's just talk about the rebuild please," Rachel muttered her head still on the table.
"Fine, fine. Back on topic," Wren hummed. "Anyway… there was just no way I would have felt comfortable in just fixing and sending you off not knowing what in the world would happen. So… The engineers in the ship bays took the specs of your ship and probably going to double it in size. You will have the same layout of your ship but bigger. And now is the time to add anything you want."
She switched the hologram over to the new ship and the layout moved to show the doubling of space and the slight changes. Lak and Min marveled over the design.
"Just like the old ship, but not quite, what's the word… cramped," Lak said, eyes gleaming.
"Is there anything you wish to add?" Zim asked motioning to the hologram.
Within a matter of moments they had added a few more shields and a small weapons array that could pack a punch if needed. Zim threw a couple more well placed weapons in as a precaution. As soon as everyone was happy, Wren relaxed a bit.
"Now, it's my turn," Curtis said with a slight smirk. "Since this build will take a small amount of time. I would like to have at least one appointment with each of you. Don't think I'm going this though to be an ass."
"He's not by the way. I'm do for my next appointment with the next flin," Wren said almost sulking as she blew some strands of hair out of her face.
"So, I thought, before you were to head out, that a talk would help everyone," Curtis nodded to them. "If you wish to talk after that first session then I can pencil you in until you leave or want them to stop."
"And, seeing as you are part of our crew at the moment, you have free run of our wonderful spa. Trust me when I say it's amazing," Rachel added with a grin.
The four new crew members blinked at them and only nodded.
Wren rose and bowed to them. "I'm sorry to say that I must get ready for my bed. I have early watch in the morning and I need a good bit to wake up in the morning."
"She is nota happy morning person," Rachel whispered loudly to those across the table. She earned a very large scowl from Wren for it too.
Grace giggled behind her hand at the exchange between the two. Fighting almost like sisters and it was funny beyond al belief.
Zim's P.O.V….
Later….
I sighed happily as I sunk into one of the gel pools in the spa. Wren, of course, was in bed but if any nightmares cam tonight I would be there in a flash. Right now I just needed to relax a bit after hearing Jace's story of how they came to be there.
I was a little frustrated at how stupid the Irken race really was and still is. Of course, the Warirkens weren't any better. Two much experimentation and that made me more than a little uncomfortable.
Foot steps and a small gasp brought my attention to the door way. Grace stood there a little startled.
"I am so sorry for disturbing you," she said about to turn around. "I'll be going."
"Nonsense," I smiled at her and she gave a small smile back. "You're not bothering me at all unless you were hoping for the spa to yourself."
She shook her head. "Not really, it's just been a while since I've had a nice soak in actual water. And I heard spa and thought I could soak till I felt the grime of what feels like years off of me."
"This is the place then. The pools cater to both Irken and humans. For you, water definitely is the right choice for now, the gel takes a bit to get used to and really is only good for relaxing in. Not soaking off the feel of dirt."
"Thanks," she smiled back. She went toward a pool of water near mine and gingerly stepped in. I politely looked the other way as I should. I felt as if I would have made her nervous.
As soon as she settled into her pool with a sigh it was quiet between the two of us. That is until she spoke, "How do you know the Captain?"
I looked at her and with a lopsided smile I replied as I rested my head against the edge of the pool, "She, Rachel, a friend of Rachel's at the time, and I escaped from a slave ship on Bez. We planned the perfect escape until Wren, the Captain, was taken to their medical bay.
She was quite human before all this. She had an allergic reaction though and that's how she got her, unique, look now.
We found Bez in the cargo bay of their ship and the rest was history. We met the Sharshans, saved refugees that were slaves, lost one person because of his jealousy, found Curtis and CADIE who almost sang Curtis to his death and caused several other to commit suicide."
At the shocked look on Grace's face I thought I had better clarify. "They were kidnappers and probably the ones who addled CADIE's brains. From the sound of it she was once human."
"Are any of you sure that she had brains to be addled?" Grace asked skeptically.
I laughed. "Good point. We're not sure actually. The people who knew her best were Rachel and Wren and they said she may not have been all there to begin with. She was a good person though with a good heart. She just gets a little overly enthusiastic about things."
"Do you know who did this to her?"
I frowned. "Neither CADIE or Curtis mentioned it actually. CADIE took to GIR right off the bat and the only one who could even talk to either GIR or CADIE at all is Wren and that's only in short bursts. But we've just never though of asking. Now I'm ashamed of myself for not asking."
"No point of it now. Curtis is in with Jace and probably will be for a while," Grace said as she settled more into her pool. "And I'm not moving till I'm a prune."
I laughed, "Wren would have said the same."
Grace tilted her head to the side. "Sorry if this seems rude, but what is your standing with Wren? Are you dating? Or is there something more there?"
I looked at the ceiling above me. "Not quite rude really. I would see it as a survival technique."
"It's not a life or death question though."
"It may not be, but it's a good question to ask if you don't know someone so you don't act or react falsely."
"Ah."
"Yes," I smiled looking at her. "I like you already. You have a nice survival instinct even if you don't know it."
She blushed and pushed a few strands of hair out of her face. "Thanks, I think."
"No problem. Now back to the original point. My standing with Wren is that we are dating. Seems quite surreal though if I think about it now."
"Why's that?"
"Because I think it's the fact that I still feel she's too good for me. I'm Irken, she's human. We just shouldn't work out," I frowned, looking down at the gel I was in.
"She's happy you know," Grace hummed while leaning forward on the edge of the pool and resting her chin on her folded arms.
I looked at her with a sharp turn of my head and a confused look, "Huh?"
She gave a half shrug with one shoulder and smiled. "She's happy. It radiates off of her and I barely even know her and I can tell this. She beams when she's talking or looking at you. I'll go out on a limb and say she loves you without caring about the differences. Even if she doesn't fully know it yet."
I blinked at her, "You are very observant." I stated slowly.
She made a face. "Not like me telling you is going to make you believe it though," she added smugly.
I laughed. "As humans would say, check and mate."
Wren's P.O.V….
Early next morning….
The bridge was quiet. This was the end of the graveyard shift and even though the crew didn't like me to work it, I did any way. I enjoyed the calm of this time and enjoyed the crew that worked it.
"Show what you know, Navan," Vahn grinned.
Navan held up a screen that held a complicated arrangement of numbers on it and grinned as Vahn's face fell.
"I hate you," the one helms man muttered to the other.
"I know you do," Navan smiled.
"You two are horrible," I grinned from my chair. "You fight and compete worse than siblings!"
"Aw, a compliment from our sweet, lovely Captain," Vahn laughed. "Maybe, she'll give us her hand in marriage?"
With a dramatic, "Alas, I would, but my heart belongs to another!"
"Then we shall battle this fiend, win your heart, and you shall marry both of us!" Navan proclaimed.
I gave a fake gasp, "But my knights! My hand may only belong to one! Never two!"
"Then I shall have to battle Vahn as well. For you hand is worth his death!" Navan said poking at Vahn with a stylus from one of the vid screens.
"You would not win easily or at all! For I shall have the fair maid's hand!" Countered Vahn as he drew his own stylus and began 'combating' with Navan.
By now I was giggling almost uncontrollably from my seat as the two battled it out. Both seemed just about even with their combat stylus skills until Navan ended it with a well placed tap to Vahn's chest.
"No!" Vahn cried. "What cruel fate and life I have lived not to have known the love of the fair maid!" He then dramatically slumped against the consol before him.
"My heart of hearts, your hand is my prize!" Navan decreed.
"But you forgot about my other love. The one who holds my heart!" I cried through my laughter. "You have yet to fight him!"
We heard the doors opening from the lift which caused Navan and I to turn to look at them. At that precise moment, Zim chanced to walk through the doors. We both turned to look at him and I began to giggle harder. Navan's eyes widened and burst into laughter along with the 'dead' Vahn who was still splayed out across his consol.
Zim's brow rose, "Dare I ask?"
We all shook our heads no.
"I'm starting to wonder if the graveyard shift is good for any of you," he started with a smirk, crossing his arms across his chest and shifting his weight to one leg.
"Awww… we're ok though," I said with a small pout. "We were just keeping ourselves entertained."
"I'm glad you three were having so much fun."
I stuck my tongue out at him and pointed to the two at the controls. "They started it!"
"Hey!"
"Well you did," I countered while sticking my tongue out at them next.
"Yeah, we did," Naven and Vahn said in unison. They grinned like fools.
I burst out into another fit of giggles again as Zim just rolled his eyes with a fond smile toward me.
"I came to relieve you Grashe," he said coming up behind my chair.
"Oh?" I frowned looking up at him. "But I thought Aven was supposed to take over for me."
"Aven was. Unfortunately he has a migraine that isn't going away."
"Has he been to med lab?"
"He's there now," Zim nodded.
"Hope it's nothing too serious," I hummed while standing.
"It doesn't seem to be," Zim put in while leaning on the back of my chair.
I looked up at him and smiled though I thought it was still unfair he was still so tall. "Let's keep hoping then. Don't need something that serious on board. We have enough problems with getting attacked," I said while resting my hands on the arms of the chair and leaned towards him smiling still.
"Oooo… kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Vahn and Navan chanted.
I looked up into Zim's eyes with a smirk and leaned closer to him. "They're voyeurs you know," I murmured.
"I hadn't noticed," Zim smirked back at me. "Maybe we should treat them to a show?"
Our lips were mere inches apart when I darted to the side to five him a quick peck on the cheek. Twin sounds of disappointment came from the two crew men at the helm and comms. Zim's eyes glinted with amusement.
They may be voyeurs, but I'm not into that," I laughed as I practically skipped past Zim. "I'll give you a proper kiss when no one's about to spy on us."
"I'll hold you to that, so you know," Zim laughed, taking the seat I vacated while still watching me.
I paused at the lift doors and I caught his eyes as I looked over my shoulder. I gave a sultry smile to him and my insides flip-flopped as I saw something in his eyes that burned with something other than anger.
I flicked my tail lazily and coyly and I gave a wink, "Oh, I know you'll remind me. I just hope you don't forget too soon."
I stepped onto the lift missing the gaping men behind me.
Narrator….
"Whoa…" Vahn said, jaw dropped.
"Unbelievable…" Navan clucked. "I'm… I … can I speak plainly sir?"
"You might as well," Zim smiled at him while resting his arm on the arm of the chair.
"She is a catch and if you didn't have her, I would try to steal her away the first chance I could get."
"That is if I didn't get to her first," Vahn said with a whistle.
"Oh, Navan," Zim said.
"Yes sir?"
"You have a bit of drool, right about here," Zim pointed out and laughed with Vahn as Navan wiped it away.
Geez… shorter my ass. I can't judge that for the life of me. Blah, out sooner than the last chapter but I hope I can get chap 4 out sooner than this one was. I really like how things are going now and this seems a little more action packed than the other one.
Again, wanted to remind everyone that I wouldn't mind someone, anyone, to write down ideas or even at least a thousand words of the day in the life of either your cameo character (since I know you'll love to include them I want them as well!) or another ship's character. Pick a character and create a story with that character in the day of a life of…..so and so. I get to tweak it a little of course, but I'll leave it mostly alone unless you let me have free range.
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