Space Girk’s glib, “Feel free to break in here at anytime and correct me if I'm wrong...please," was about to get a Tokugawan Black Ice-induced reply from Comet Rider when the ship lurched abruptly enough to silence both of them.
Before either commander had a chance to speak, the buzzer rang. Girk rolled her eyes and said, “Really, Rider, a buzzer?”
On Comet Rider’s permission, Ship Specialist Carna Bloom entered the quarters. She briskly saluted Space Girk and reported to Comet Rider, “We’ve reached the Alcohol Cloud, Commander.” A huge smile broke across Carna’s face as the ship took another, more languid, roll. “The Lykopis is lapping the stuff up.”
Comet Rider quickly issued an order for the entire crew to report to the Inertia Cell.
When they were alone again, Comet Rider graced Space Girk with an honest to Mab Draka smile. “I’m not wild over your methods, Girk, but right now I doubt the Lykopis cares much about any of that.” She gingerly removed Girk’s glass from her hand. “Shall we get to the safety of the Inertia Cell, so this baby can romp?” Right on cue, the Lykopis tumbled roughly.
Laughing hard, Girk joined Rider in heading for the portal. “Guess we better, before she really cuts loose.”
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