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Characters: Jules de Ferrier, Jonah Matsuka, Arakune and anyone else~
Setting: Toward the Terra-verse, on Keith's spaceship
Content: Space shenanigans? idek. Whatever you want.
Format: Prose
Warnings: None. Well, probably something vaguely gay will happen at some point.
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Jules sighed, hoping that stretching his arms would help to get rid of the stiffness in them as he walked down the hallway. When he had first agreed to serve under Commander Starjon, he had almost been looking forward to it; "you're one of the finest in the galaxy," Serge had told him, personally, and then assured him that the pay was quite high. (The disadvantage to having friends in high places was that when said friends wanted to hire you, they knew exactly how to get you to agree, he later realized.) It was a good position, of course; the chances of the ship and the people on it taking any damage were low, and Jules was able to work alongside several of his acquaintances from school. Now, though, he just wanted to take a hot bath and disappear to somewhere that hadn't invented combat yet; this job also took a lot of effort. Tragically, he couldn't do that just yet: someone had asked to see him the very next time that he had a spare moment. Who had it been, though...?
Setting: Toward the Terra-verse, on Keith's spaceship
Content: Space shenanigans? idek. Whatever you want.
Format: Prose
Warnings: None. Well, probably something vaguely gay will happen at some point.
--
Jules sighed, hoping that stretching his arms would help to get rid of the stiffness in them as he walked down the hallway. When he had first agreed to serve under Commander Starjon, he had almost been looking forward to it; "you're one of the finest in the galaxy," Serge had told him, personally, and then assured him that the pay was quite high. (The disadvantage to having friends in high places was that when said friends wanted to hire you, they knew exactly how to get you to agree, he later realized.) It was a good position, of course; the chances of the ship and the people on it taking any damage were low, and Jules was able to work alongside several of his acquaintances from school. Now, though, he just wanted to take a hot bath and disappear to somewhere that hadn't invented combat yet; this job also took a lot of effort. Tragically, he couldn't do that just yet: someone had asked to see him the very next time that he had a spare moment. Who had it been, though...?