Reeon sat in orbit for a while trying to figure out what to do, and decided to go through his things.
Jazzibelles eyes opened. "System check. New hardware, new software. Good, I'm fixed. Wait. What is that? Why's there a list?"
"I should see what food there is."
"What the fuckβ½" She shouted.
"She's awake!"
"I'm gonna kill him! Where did my ass goβ½ I'm gonna murder him!"
"Fuck she's awake."
He saw her march past his door.
"Son of a bitch! Reeon!"
He looked nervous. "Uh... In here!"
It wasn't long before she was in the doorway.
"You're... umm... awake. Cool," he greeted nervously.
She stood there in a pair of coveralls with an annoyed look on her face. "Charged enough to help you take off, but I see you did that already."
"I... I watched a video. I'm sorry."
"I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, and now we're out here. Go back."
"Well... he did say you weren't allowed off the ship until the ship was off the lot."
"So? I can't let him get away with what he did! Go back! I got no ass!
Go back
."
"C-can't. The cops are--I just can't."
"So you're a criminal, too, huh?"
"Not
really
. I just needed to get away... I'm not the bad guy."
"Fine, don't tell me."
"What did Winston do to you?"
"I don't wanna talk about it," she snapped.
"Can you at least help me get to this drop off?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine. Come on."
They walked to the cockpit, he nervously trailed behind. She sat in the co-pilots seat.
"Are you gonna sit down?"
"Yeah, yeah! I... uhh..."
"It's okay, sit." She pulled up the coordinates. "This is easy, it's like a straight jump."
"Oh shit, for real? Cool."
She gave him a look. "You've never piloted a ship before, huh?"
"Nope. Good thing I have you, right? I got it up here."
"Yeah... with the
landing gear
down." She hit the switch. "This is going to be all kinds of fun. A criminal, who can't fly a ship. At least it won't be dull, at least."
"So I just aim it that way?"
"Yeah, aim it that way, while I set these. Activate the Zeta Drive and it'll do the rest. Once we're out of subspace,
please
try not to hit anything."
"I won't."
"Or send us in a black hole, or a star."
"I know to avoid those, I've seen movies."
"Good. Once the Zetas charged up, pull that lever. I need to charge more." She got up and walked away.
He flew the ship, swerved and banked, had a good time. He finally noticed the Zeta Drive was ready. He pulled the lever, it locked in place, and the ship accelerated, to him it was almost like the universe moved around him, until everything went black.
--
He felt himself being shaken.
"Hey wake up. Wake up!
Wake up
! Are you
crazy
β½"
"What, huh? I did what you said."
"The compensator wasn't turned on! You could've died!"
"The what?"
"Gravity compensator. It's so you're not affected by g-forces." She reached over and turned it on.
"Sorry, I didn't know."
"It's fine... you're okay... you'll get it. I just didn't want--your first trip to be your last."
"Are we at the spot, do you need to charge still?"
"I'm fully charged. We're near orbit. I've been trying to wake you for a while now. I thought you might have died," she spoke low.
"I guess that would suck. Before we land, I'd like to see what food is here."
"You're the captain."
Reeon walked to the galley and checked the fridge and found it empty, looked through shelves, and then checked the rations. He found some meal that looked appealing and placed it in the hydrator.
"Find something to eat," she asked.
"Yep."
"What is it?"
"It was one of the rations, I guess it's food."
"Okay. So what's it taste like?"
"Food. Sorta."
"That's not..."
"Wish I had something to drink. We need to get supplies after dropping this cargo."
"Dropping cargo? Is that why--but there's nothing in the manifest. What do we have?"
He shrugged. "Winston just said it was scrap."
She scoffed.
"Maybe we can find some clothes for you. Something sexy."
"Why? There's no need."
"Huh? Why not? You seemed to be proud of yourself, you don't wanna show off that body you were just bragging about a few hours ago?"
"It's not sexy anymore." She looked away.
"You should still get something other than that thing. Let's get this over with. I can't do it without you."
He got up and went to the cockpit.
--
Jazzibelle used the open traffic control channel while he brought the ship in orbit towards the scrapyard.
"This planet looks... dystopian," Reeon said.
"They're not all pretty. Now engage the gravity drive."
"Strange ship... announce yourself," a vid screen said.
"I've got the scrap run for Winston," Reeon said.
"Took ya long enough! Lemme light up the landing pad."
"Green horns for ya," Jazzibelle replied. "Now's the time to use those landing gear."
"I got it, I got it. You're so snarky."
"Kid, you need to slow that thing down," the man yelled.
"Yeah."
"And don't drop it... ease up on the drive control."
"Jeez kid... flying ships ain't that hard."
As Reeon landed, the ship slid against the pad a few feet.
"There!"
"Good enough," she retorted.
"And I'm not a kid. I'm twenty-eight."
"When you're my age, most of you humans are kids." He said with a chuckle. 'C'mon inside, and I'll call'em."
"You got your job, and I got mine... kid."
"How old are you?"
"forty-four."
"What? You look about my age."
"That's because I
don't
age."
"That's right."
She rolled her eyes. "I've got to help unload cargo. This guy might not be human, so
don't
freak out. You've seen other aliens before, right?"
"Yeah. What happened to all that pleasantness you had?"
"Get going." She got up.
"Some companion you are," he said with a huff.
"Yeah, well... I'm not in a good mood."
--
Reeon walked to the building, and some alien pointed towards the office. The door was open, he looked inside.
"Come on in, kid..."
He walked inside, and saw what looked like a female figure bent over, faced away, wide hips, what looked like big breast stuck out the sides.
"I was looking for the guy I was talk--"
The figure rose up and turned, he was taken by surprise. What looked like breast was tentacles that protruded from his chest, his arms were long with large forearms and hands, what looked like hips, and a fat ass, was four legs, that stood close together. The face looked similar to an old mans with a visor over his eyes.
"Green horn!"
"Sssir!"
"Still shook up over your first landing, huh?"
"Yeah, that's it," he answered nervously.