Laguardia

This isn’t where the dead bodies go. This isn’t where they go, and also, this one’s not packaged.  Did someone break into the hangar just to die? Why not die in the street?  They – she? She would’ve had plenty of company. Arrow takes a step closer to the body and stretches out a foot …

Captain’s Log: M1.337.11.004 The Playhouse

Previous Arrow hasn’t spoken to me in about ninety-five hours, since we left Enasa.  It doesn’t help that I’m a little behind on her pay, one-tenth a crate of untainted slimewine behind to be precise.  My total fortunes at this moment couldn’t buy a bottle of Montaigne Melancholy, but my body’s producing a reasonable facsimile. …

Captain’s Log: Hangar 24, Enasa

Start at the beginning We make it to the hangar quick enough that we beat my hard-on back, but not by much. It’s dark inside and out now, and that suits me fine. Can’t go in the ship, Heloise would birth an escape pod. I pick up the little tease and put her down on …

Captain’s Log: M1.337.12.9021 Enasa

                “Captain’s Diary:                 An hour out from Enasa System and within shouting distance of civilization.  The ship is dirty and so am I; the dry shower doesn’t wash off everything, especially when a prudish AI won’t let you get naked in it.                 We’re riding pretty light, lighter than I’d hoped.  But Enasa is …