Steem Wars: The Voyages of the RS Flying Wardrobe: Episode Nine, Close Enough

The Steemiverse: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Reader Ship Flying Wardrobe. Its mission: to seek quality content in the Stream of Steem. To curate unknown writers. To boldly upvote posts no man has upvoted before!

 

 

I hand my cup of water to Jay. “Hold my drink. I got this.” As I step up to the console, I crack my knuckles and roll my shoulders. The Steem can guide me through this, but I need to be completely relaxed.

The leather chair creaks as I sit down. Behind me, Liam snickers.

“That was the chair, Lou.” I sigh and allow my hand to float above the command console.

“Hrooooommmmfffflllll gggrrwwwuuuuooooooo.”

“We’re not all filled with noxious gasses. It’s a creaky chair alright?”

A lichen-green message flashes on the screen. Get on with it, already.

I nod. “Yes, Bex. Ma’am.” I squeeze my eyes shut, concentrate on our destination, and start typing in random commands and swiping across the screen. The Steem will guide my hands.

The ship banks hard to the left and takes off to a space station floating in the distance. Beeping sounds fill the bridge and Bex flashes another message across the screens in the bridge.

We’re being hailed by that space station. Playing message now.

A distorted voice buzzes through the comm speakers in a rather nasal tone. “Attention unidentified vessel. Please approach and prepare your cargo briefs. The Space Scale is almost ready to process your cargo.”

“Tiny.” Bex’s voice doesn’t sound mad, but the fact that she’s speaking says differently. As quiet as she sounds, she must be very, very mad. “I asked you to take us to a sale. Not a scale.”

“But…” I smile uneasily. “It’s only a one letter difference. That’s not bad, you know.”

“TINY!”

“Yes, Bex?”

“Fix this. Right now. Or you’re confined to quarters. With your gassy hairball. And a big supply of brains.”

Seven and Zombie look up from their consoles, speaking in unison. “Hey! Those are our brains!”

Jay pulls his tablet out of the inside pocket of his long leather coat once more. “Bex, darling, let me soothe you with a sonne—”

“Not now, Jay.” Bex sounds like she’d have smoke coming out of her ears. If she had ears. Jay wisely puts away his tablet and stylus and sits down.

Meanwhile, the Vay-gun’s head has started to grow feathers and his nose is getting decidedly beaky. Wow. I’ve never seen one morph before. Within minutes, he looks like one of those Egyptian gods I remember from Earth. The one with the man’s body and the bird’s head? What’s he called again? Hairiss? Horass? No. Horus. That’s the one.

He’s walked up to the port window and stares outside. His head wobbles back and forth, just like a bird does. Suddenly, he opens his beak and screeches three times. He shakes his head, gulps a few times, and then he starts talking. “I’m so sorry. I morphed my head into an eagle’s. They have great eyes, you know. But I forgot to keep my vocal cords.”

He turns back to the window, pointing outside. “There’s a sign right over there, saying Big Sale.”

“What?” He’s just making that up. There’s no sign. I join him at the window. “I don’t see a sign.”

“Who's the one with the eagle eyes in here? Huh? It’s right there. I’m telling you.” He looks at me with those beady birdy eyes and I look away. Reminds me too much of my mother.

The screens flash again. Geb. Are you sure?

He nods. “Yes, Bex.”

Brace yourselves. I’m going to bank right and go full speed ahead. We’ve already wasted too much time. Dr. Muxx will Steem our hides if we don’t make it to that sale. Seven, divert all VP to aft engines.

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To be continued

For more Steem Wars adventures from the crew of the RS Flying Wardrobe, tune into the blogs of @bex-dk as R2-BEX2, @thinknzombie as Zombie, @idenkcall as Seven O’Data, @damianjayclay as Jay, and @jonknight as Carnif Geb, AKA the petunia.

Hugs

Tiny

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