These Are The Voyages: SF AU Challenge
The captain is the sun around which his crew must revolve if life is to exist at all.
…Stupid metaphors aside, it can be boiled down to this: if you value your hide, don’t piss off the captain.
For once, though, the captain was smiling. His navigator shook his head. “How much oxygen do they have left?”
“Three-point-six hours.” Each word was savored like a Rigellian fume-stick.
“And when, captain, do you intend to let them back inside?”
“Three-point-five-nine hours.”
They glanced out the viewscreen at two sullen officers in EVA suits.
In space, no one can hear you bitch.
…Stupid metaphors aside, it can be boiled down to this: if you value your hide, don’t piss off the captain.
For once, though, the captain was smiling. His navigator shook his head. “How much oxygen do they have left?”
“Three-point-six hours.” Each word was savored like a Rigellian fume-stick.
“And when, captain, do you intend to let them back inside?”
“Three-point-five-nine hours.”
They glanced out the viewscreen at two sullen officers in EVA suits.
In space, no one can hear you bitch.