It's late. Yet there I was in the Longbow's squashed galley making coffee with far too much milk in it and not enough coffee. Why people drunk coffee with milk in it was beyond me.
The ship was struggling to pour the drink into the waiting mugs- it wasn't built for casual coffee time, but I supposed it wasn't built for being shot at by the Terran Galactic Authorities.
With an exhausted sigh, I carried the two mugs of mediocre coffee. A bit like our situation, I supposed. Mediocre.
I took a sip, instantly grimacing as I smacked my lips afterwards, face screwing up.
"Sorry, the caf tastes awful." I leant around Finian, who sat at his busted console, monitoring Scarlett and Tyler's progress. I snorted when I caught sight of Scarlett's camera.
They were running now, apparently.
Well, not running. Tyler appeared to be flying them on a hoverskiff, Scarlett shooting at a row of furious looking, furry gremps. She wasn't a great shot, missing most of them by a mile, but she was trying.
"I'm sure it'll do," Finian murmurs, taking the coffee cup from my hands. "You wanna take the next turnoff, Goldenboy. Leads straight to the docks."
"Hiiii, Finian," Scarlett chimes over comms.
"Um… hey, Scarlett," Finian replies uncertainly, mouth just over the edge of his mug.
"Is Gala there?"
"I read you," I leant over Finian's shoulder to talk into his uniglass.
"Ooo, great. So I was thinking about how I told you I was going to get you a date right?" I watch her cam as she turns around in her seat.
"We're having this conversation now?" I ask, bewildered.
"What if you, I don't know, dated someone in the sq-"
"Scar, knock it off!" Tyler's voice snaps over comms.
I snickered, taking a sip from my own mug. "Better pay attention, Scarlett."
"Galatea. While you were… preoccupied, we believe we've encountered trouble," Zila states.
"Trouble?" I prompt.
Zila nods once. Her fingers fly over her console before she flicks a holographic image onto the main display. The image changes constantly, fading from one image to the next.
Photographs, I realize. Of us. Our names are printed beneath them, a hefty amount of credits as a reward for bringing us in.
"Admiral Adams has held a press conference," Zila elaborates. "I believe we now have a bounty on our heads."
Finian de Karran de Seel.
Zila Madran.
Galatea Espina.
Catherine Brannock.
Kaliis Idraban Gilwraeth.
Scarlett Jones.
Tyler Jones.
My own face stares back at me. It's my official Aurora Legion photo. I stand like I have a stick halfway up my arse, with a look on my face to match. There's a furrow between my dark brows, barely visible underneath my fringe. I think back to the handful of times I was told I had a resting bitch face, and I come to the very sudden realization that it's true.
"I take it that's why Scarlett and Tyler are running?" I remarked slowly.
Before anyone can get a response out, Tyler's voice thunders over comms again. "Fin, does station security have any idea we're here yet?"
Finian sets down his mug of caf, pulling up the news feed on his uniglass. "Nothing on bulletins so far."
"Engines prepped?"
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STAR MAP, aurora burning | f. de seel
Fanfiction" You're always there to help me when I'm down I'm lucky you've been keeping me around You're the star I look for every night When it's dark, you'll stick right by my side "
