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“The Story of the Lost Mushroom, starts, as many do, in a large forest teeming with trees and grass and animals off in some distant world,” Luminosa began. Mikka, Lor, and Tor crowded around her close, all while sipping on their bowls of sauteed bacon soup. Mikka in particular watched intently as Luminosa brushed through her silvery hair and twirled a bit of it around her finger, as she always did at the beginning of her tales.
The Savior sped through the Warp Zone, and its inhabitants, the seven crew members of the cruiser, were readying themselves for whatever laid at their destination where CATS was seemingly destroyed. Engineer Koin was running diagnostics on the ship to make sure that everything was in order for the somewhat-likely firefight that the ship was going to go through (okay, let’s be honest, there was a hundred percent chance of a firefight; that’s just how these things went down). Wins was with her to help, as there was no piloting to be done while the ship was jumping through an alternate dimension.
Koin was currently working on one ray shield generator that seemed to have been damaged while the team was loading the creature on-board (a very violent, very exciting story that would be good for another day).
The AI, codenamed Maenad, flipped on in the main deck, its pink oval-shaped representation flashing on the viewscreen. “We get signal,” it said. Its grammar was a bit strange sometimes due to a glitch, but the crew of the Savior had learned to deal with it. “Main screen turn on.”
“Are you SURE the cargo bay is going to be secured?” Mikka asked Miles Koin, the chief engineering specialist on their ship. Well, actually, it was Mikka’s ship. And that was Commander Gan Mikka of the XSS Savior to you.
She could have been anything, that Yvanetta Yammoh. If there was a definition of a gifted student, it was Yvanetta. When WASN’T some adult praising her about something, proclaiming for her with great certainty a future in some field they cared about? She was going to be a pianist, a linguist, a volunteer coordinator, a colonial minister, a gender studies professor, a war journalist… And all of that drove her insane. Yvanetta, in the end, chose the profession she thought would suit a typical lifestyle the best. By now she was supposed to have had a child or two, and be working her way up the tenure ladder at Sanders University. But because she chose marine biology… she ended up right here in this little predicament.