Knock Knock
OUTGOING TRANSMISSION FROM:
VESSEL HRB-1093, LOGGED AS: OBLIVION
COMMENCING MESSAGE
Cod grinned and leaned back on his captain’s chair, his long, thin, webbed feet flexing, the veins glowing in the faint reflected light of the nearby planet Stedna-III and, even more strongly, the emissions coming from the back of a much larger ship that they were approaching from behind. “He-he-heeeyyyy, Den’so! Long time no see? Why don’t you open up those doors and give little ol’ me some lovin’, what do you say? Maio’a wanted me to find out how that pass went!”
He bopped the large red button on the screen with one of his toes and it turned green as it cut off the signal and waited for a response. Twitching his ears, Cod smirked over at his second-in-command, Sadra, who was covering her face in exasperation as she stood just behind him. “What’s the matter, milady?”
“It’s a wonder anyone lets you on their ship. If I was Den’so, I’d destroy this ship and send you spinning into space.”
“Oh, save the formality lecture and go get this beast’s belly ready to open up wide!”
“Whatever you say, Khagan...”
