While waiting for the mission details to be confirmed, Browf is bumming around at Duck’s Pond.
“Duck, I know you probably have spoken more words to Dakota than I have…”
Duck nods in agreement.
“And you know that the Cosmosword is currently a one-moose crew…”
Duck lowers his head, to lock eyes disapprovingly.
“No no no, nothing like that… look I think she would be a good fit as a crewman on the Cosmosword. She’d have her own quarters, and would operate the comms array, watch sensors… nothing that BAMBI can’t do of course, but having another pair of hooves on the ship would mean quicker turn around.”
Duck motions to her booth across the way. “Then hire her, she’s good for a lot,” pouring another glass of Kongakut wine, “and take this with you.”
. . .
“May I sit here? Miss Hoofington, I never thanked you for the favour you did for me the other day”, says Browf.
Looking up, Dakota “What was that again? Oh the guy with the ancient translator. Yeah, no problem.”
I knew Mom pulled that thing out of forgotten history…
“Look, I heard you were looking for work, and I’ve got an opening on the Cosmosword for a crew member”
“That weird boat that looks like a hoof? Yeah, maybe… what’s the pay like?”
“I’d pay you b4.0 a mission, and you’d have your own quarters. You’d help out in any way you can. Assuming you’re available…?” (@patrace?)
“Hrm… let me get back to you. You’re shipping out soon?”
“Not long now, Dakota. If you can make it before we leave, you’ll be most welcome.”
I promise to take good care of it, keep it neutral, and see if I can remove the NSA from it by Monday.
