Lunar Conspiracy

Revolution

Tava Bismark sighed as she finished washing her face and lifted her gaze up into the mirror hung above the sink in the bathroom off her quarters.  Two years ago she had been a Militia Colonel with a bright future and a glowing reputation.  Two months ago she had uncovered a plan being set into motion by her superior to usurp power from the Allied Council.  She had opposed that plan, believing the voices of the galaxies deserved to be represented, rather than dictated to.

A week later she had been sent on a mission that was supposed to claim her life.  The venture had claimed her right arm, one eye, half her hearing, and severely damaged her hip.  But she had fought her way back to base with a new understanding.

If she expected her voice to count for something, it wouldn't be with her superior.  She had barely escaped with her life on a stolen prototype battleship called the Athena.

And thus had begun the race across the universe to Central System to warn the council.  Along the way, she had picked up four companions and crew mates.  Each was quirky in their own way, and about as crazy a bunch as could be found.  But Tava supposed that was fortunate.  Because when she had arrived at the office of the Milita voice on the Council, she had been met with more betrayal, and only her crazy crew had offered her any loyalty.

Tava grabbed a towel and dried her face.  She had been allowed a few minutes to collect herself and take a breath.  Now it was time to get started on her revolution.  She had sworn her life to upholding the Council and what it stood for.  She wasn't about to break that oath.  She settled the towel back on its rack and strode for the door of her quarters as a chime sounded to tell her someone was looking for her.

The doors slid open to reveal a green skinned humanoid with unruly dark hair.  He stood straight and tall, hands behind his back and looking quite professional in the simple tan scrubs he had found to wear.  His skin tone lightened to a lime green before darkening into an olive color.  Tava was beginning to learn how to decipher his kaleidoscope range of greens that represented his temperament.  In this case, happiness, followed by concern.

"Doc."  Tava greeted.  "What can I do for you?"

Yggdrasil Givarsian Helundishik brightened in skin tone again.  "I thought to make you aware I am available for more than medical assistance, Captain.  I realize there have been many stressors and other such contributors that would result in a poor state of mental health.  I would be happy to provide council should you feel amenable."

Tava slowly smiled.  "Thanks Doc.  I'll be fine once we get moving again but I'll keep the offer in mind."

Yggdrasil inclined his head in acknowledgment and turned to wander back down the corridor, undoubtedly going back to the infirmary and the botanical garden he had set up.  Tava aimed for the engine room.

When she got there, she stopped in the doorway, wary of setting foot in her mechanic's domain.  Sarcasm was always a given and the mercurial mood swings were difficult to manage.  She preferred not to piss him off and risk him refusing to maintain Athena's engines.  "Hey Kit?"

A long nose appeared from around some bundles of wires, followed by bright yellow eyes in a red-brown furry face.  Large triangular ears swiveled towards Tava, and then the rest of the Kitsune was wriggling out of mess of wires until he shook his two bushy tails loose.  The affectionately nick-named 'Kit' tugged his leather vest straight as he padded across to Tava.  "What?"

Tava glanced around the engine room before dropping her gaze back down to the three foot tall fox boy.  "Anything we needed to keep everything running?  I figure it'll be best to get it now before we get into this revolution too deep."