Epsilon III, sometime around Tuesday afternoon
"Happy holidays, Commander!"
"Go to hell."
"Glad to see the season's lightened your mood, too."
"You're not paid for sarcasm," Ivanova griped to the crew chief as she pulled her flight helmet on and the cockpit sealed around her. He gave her a cheerful thumbs-up and backed away. Ivanova rolled her eyes as she launched, zooming towards the planet.
"Zathras is learning Carol of Bells!"
"And Ivanova is pleased to be hearing it as soon as I have my eardrums removed."
"You is a very funny lady, very funny."
"Oh, I only get funnier. Are you going to be creepy and watch this one?"
"Only if you is wanting -"
"Leave."
Zathras wandered away. "Sweet silver bells, hark silver bells . . ."
Ivanova rolled her eyes before closing them and thinking about Blair. She kept them closed. "Is it safe?"
"Go to hell."
"Glad to see the season's lightened your mood, too."
"You're not paid for sarcasm," Ivanova griped to the crew chief as she pulled her flight helmet on and the cockpit sealed around her. He gave her a cheerful thumbs-up and backed away. Ivanova rolled her eyes as she launched, zooming towards the planet.
"Zathras is learning Carol of Bells!"
"And Ivanova is pleased to be hearing it as soon as I have my eardrums removed."
"You is a very funny lady, very funny."
"Oh, I only get funnier. Are you going to be creepy and watch this one?"
"Only if you is wanting -"
"Leave."
Zathras wandered away. "Sweet silver bells, hark silver bells . . ."
Ivanova rolled her eyes before closing them and thinking about Blair. She kept them closed. "Is it safe?"