Jun 23, 2015
Ship Shape || Natasha and Phyllis
“Mister Arrow!” There was a sharp bark in the moonlight by the docks. Phyllis swung down on a line, landing hard on the wood of the deck. “Where in the world is my crew?!”
But Mister Arrow was nowhere to be found, either. Likely trying to break up a night of carousing. Phyllis sighed, her ears pinned back as the cat-woman surveyed the damage.
The RLS Legacy floated at dry dock, magnificent in the moonlight. It was a grand interstellar ship, and she’d have her ship shape soon.
Her hull was cracked; it would need extensive repairs before they could leave this backwater planet -- meanwhile her crew kept wandering off.
She blew out an irritated sigh and collected her coat. She would have to go and find them.