{Author's note- Not dead, still writing chunks as they force themselves on me. I just haven't been posting them here. I am a bad, bad monkey and need to correct this.)
I was woken up in the 'usual' manner- being sandwiched between the large, furry beings that I invariably called my mates. I looked up to the clock projected on the ceiling, and found that we were all awake far too early, and that Sh'Meral's comm was ringing. She spoke to the other person for a moment or three, and after hanging up proceeded to rouse the rest of us fully.
Katholos had a short breakfast ready for us as we meat creatures exited the huge body dryer we had installed, and the males did a short grooming of the females as they fed us. Then the roles reversed, and we were just getting street clothes on as the house AI announced that Varletha was on landing approach for the driveway. Sh'Meral answered by unasked question by responding, "We are going on a short trip today.
The 'short trip' ended up being a lot farther away then I had ever been from home; We finally settled in a holding orbit about 30 kilometers from where the IIS was in orbit, and the main viewport of the shuttle was looking back down on the planet's surface. We sat there with light music playing on the shuttle's audio system, for several hours, just watching the natural wonder and beauty of the tiny little dot in the great big universe that we called home.
The trip back down? filled with the Tigerean equivalent of death-metal (
example).
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