Odalis walloped a big shiny sphere with her mallet. She was annoyed by the flashing yellow lights connect to the sphere via an intricate network of heavy-gauged, metal-mesh-shielded cables. The yellow lights winced ever so slighly with each wallop. The Floppy Dongle, a ship intended for cargo hauls and extended travel, started to rattle slightly.
“I don’t think that will fix it,” Tom commented with quite a bit of snark.
“What would you know, pencil pusher?” asked Odalis, arms crossed in a challenging pose.
Odalis continued to show the sphere who the boss was. This time, her banging was harder and more frequent. Tom sat, legs crossed as he sat on a crate full of spare parts. His eyes were squinted towards Odalis in a pensive, judgemental gaze. His coy smile was inviting to a swift punch or at least a sneaky spitball.
“Weeeelllll… I know enough to say this starship and your crew is not up to spec, and you know what that means: you have limited access to UNDSA sectors.”
Shane barged in with his usual wide-stanced penguin waddle. Unlike Odalis, Shane had no tool belt or high-tech aides handy. He preferred to travel “light”.
Shane blurted out, “You know, your body looks mighty nice with all that sweat glistening.”
