ArcticFox
Dreamer
Zyrina Centrich
25
Captain of the Eleos
25
Captain of the Eleos
It was early in the morning. Fourteen days ago, your ship left Earth and its sprawling orbital stations behind, a six-month journey ahead of you. Unfortunately, already, the engines are clicking with an odd, reverberating sound that shivers through the plate-metal floor of your quarters.
Your door chimes with a notification that Oscar, your XO, is outside, but you have been up for a while now. You know your engines, even if you're not the engineer in charge of them. You can hear when they're not at peak performance.
Breakfast was a nutrient bar and a bottle of recycled water, coppery and cold against your teeth: eating in your quarters might be a little depressing, but it's quick. You open the door to find Oscar leaning against the door, rumpled and tired from his night's watch. "Hey, Captain. We ready?"
And that's Oscar calling you Captain again.
- You prefer to be called Captain anyway.
- You prefer to be called by your first name.
- You prefer to be called by your last name.
- You prefer to be called Boss.
- You prefer to be called Ma'am.
- You prefer to be called something else.
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