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Unwanted WakeupStardate: 81007.5
Milonis groaned as he woke, the alarm next to him telling him that his next shift would start in an hour. How long had been asleep? He couldn't remember what time it was when he called it a night. Him and a few of the other crew had stayed up late in the mess hall, playing Kadis-kot. He had won a few games, and was happy. He had also eaten far too many Banana Splits.
He pulled off the covers, and dragged himself to the basin, where he splashed cold water over his face. The shock of this dragged him out of his stupor, and after a deep breath, continued with his preperations.
10 minutes later, and he stood before the mirror. He as happy with the result. His uniform was clean and well pressed, his face clean shaven and his hair immaculate. Just the way he liked it. He took a quick breakfast of replicated Lorillian Saltfish (a traditional breakfast, the saltiness was supposed to make you alert for the coming day), then stepped out to face the universe!
And promptly got lo
Helmsman MilonisName: Milonis Adohon
Description: Milonis is of average height, and slight of figure. His hair is short and brown, and is often worn as spikes atop his head. Indeed, very little about this man is very distinguishing or noteworthy... rather average. His only feature that sets him apart are his eyes. Lorillians are known for their green eyes, but his are green beyond green, and some would say carry a tiny light of their own.
Backstory: Milonis was born on Loron, one of the moons of Lorilla II. At the age of 4, he was weaned in the usual way onto oxygen, which meant he could travel to the planet bellow without the need of a respirator. He did well at school, and soon joined the ranks of the trade fleet. Lorillian lies in an area of space known as the Stryden Cluster, a perilous area of space known fora high density if micro-asteroids. harmless to the planets and moons, but perilous for space vessels. such pilots need to learn fast how to be good
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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