Jeana’s Crew

Posted: May 13, 2014 by writingsprint in Dubrillion Burning, Science fiction
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Imperial flagIt’s been a long time since I wrote anything for Dubrillion so I thought I’d jump back there.

Post #23 of the Dubrillion Burning series

Jeana led the way into her ship. Risha took a deep breath as she passed through the hatch. This was Imperial territory. She’d never gone into it lawfully before. If Vette wasn’t behind her, she wasn’t sure she would have come in here at all.

As much of a rustbucket as the Whiskey Comet was, it still felt warmer than Jeana’s ship. It was all cold steel. Here and there you could see Imperial emblems stamped on the equipment.

Jeana touched an intercom button. “Everyone, meeting in the main hub.” Then they continued walking.

Vette smiled as she closed the hatch behind them. “Welcome to my home away from home.”

“Did you give your ship a name?” Risha asked.

“Sun Dancer,” Jeana said.

“I wanted to call it Foxy Lady but the men wouldn’t vote for it,” Vette said.

Risha ran her finger along a bulkhead. Not an ounce of dust. “You run a tight ship,” Risha said.

“Officially, it’s a military vessel. At my position we need to maintain a standard.” She glanced back at her. “We hang the fuzzy dice over the navicomputer when we deploy for a long time.”

Risha noticed that many of the panels and displays were blacked out. Someone had probably seen to that before she arrived.

They entered the ship’s main hub. An Imperial banner hung where it could be seen during holo transmissions. It made Risha queasy looking at it.

Two men waited for them. One came to attention immediately, snapping his heels and bowing slightly. He was tall, lean, with dark, chiseled good looks, and was dressed in an Imperial standard uniform. The other brought his hands to his sides and his bow was more like a nod. He wore fatigues like you would normally wear inside battle armor. He had deep-set, piercing dark eyes, and battle scars everywhere, and a blocky, angry face to go with them.

“Welcome back, my lady. Everything is status quo,” the polished one said.

“By which he means we’ve been cooling our heels, m’lady,” the warrior said.

“Thank you, Quinn. There’ll be plenty of action soon enough, Pierce,” Jeana said. She gestured toward them, and said to Risha, “You remember the rest of my crew?”

Risha noted that they were both captains. Since Quinn spoke first, she guessed he had seniority. She shook his hand, bowing slightly. “Captain Quinn. It’s good to see you again.”

“And Pierce! You were a lieutenant last time I saw you.” As she shook hands with Pierce, he gripped her hand, squeezing into the bones. Risha remembered that he liked to show how tough he was. Risha pointed her thumb down and dug deep a pressure point.

Pierce’s jaw twitched. He finally let go. He bowed slightly deeper. He tried to wring out his hand without making too much of a show of it. The corner of his mouth turned up. “A pleasure to see you too, m’lady.”

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