Part 1: A werewolf, an experiment, and a mustache .... what could go wrong?

Posted on Sunday August 25th, 2019 @ 9:19am by Lieutenant Gypsy Sage

Mission: Welcome to Union Mining Station Number 42
Location: Union Station Ping a Ding
Timeline: Two days ago...

ON:

Gypsy finished packing. She closed her last bag and looked around. This station had been her new home for a few months while her transfer orders were finalized. She was looking forward to her new post but at the same time she was a bit nervous. As she did one final tour of her quarters her door chime rang. She walked over and hit the open button, preferring to greet whoever was there personally.

The door parted to reveal a tall well-built man wearing purple patches on his uniform. He had short military cropped hair and a long mustache…in fact it was very long. The arch of it seemed to go over his cheeks and cascade down to his waist. She just stared. “Admiral?”

“Hello Sage. I wanted to talk to you?”

Sage studied him and then stepped back. Was he here for her to talk him into cutting that mess on his face? Then it struck her he was a Tiperian. They loved their facial hair. His orange eyes were a give-away. “Of course. Come in sir.”

She stepped aside so he and his rather large mustache could enter. It was a sight…he had a little trouble getting it through the door. “Why don’t we walk sir?” She asked seeing his struggle.

“Good idea Sage.”

They began to walk an chatted about her new posting, her new CO, and somehow found themselves on the promenade area.

“So, Sage. I have a great honour for you. You will be the first in the fleet to fly in a new experimental shuttle.”

Gypsy could swear she heard ominous organ music playing in her mind. The word experimental filled her with fear. “I see…how experimental?”

“Oh very.” He said. “It’s one of my pride and joy projects. It will get you to the station faster and it’s designed to have a personality!”

“I see…”

“And I have the best pilot for you.” He looked up and waved at someone.

Gypsy followed his line of sight to a man who could best be described as an old Earth werewolf. He walked on what looked like paws and his body was covered with fur. His face, however, did not have a snout but looked like a human face with fangs. She shuddered. A Vicon? He wanted her to travel with a Vicon?

“Ahhh Fang. This is Counselor Sage. You will be flying her to the Mining station.”

The Vicon, unbelievably, named Fang bowed. “It is delicious to meet you.”

She shuddered, that was what she was afraid of.

“Your bags are loaded I will be on the shuttle.” He turned and left.

“Um…sir? Don’t Vicon’s bite?” They were a conundrum species and while they bit they also devoured the blood of their victims like Vampires.

“Oh don’t worry Sage. Vicons only bite under certain circumstances. You know…full moons, when there is a night sky….when they are surrounded by twinkling stars. You’ll be fine.”

Sage stared at him open mouth….They were flying through space! He’d be surrounded by the very things the admiral just described!

“Anyway,” he plowed on, “Off you go. Shuttle is called SOS. Good Luck. Let me know what you think of the shuttle.”

Before she could respond he turned and hurried away.

She stood stunned for a moment until something filtered through. A voice.

She turned towards it and listened.

“Get your Vicon spray. One sprits and you won’t be bitten to bits!”

She hurried to the merchant. “Excuse me what are you selling?”

“Hello miss. It’s Vicon spray away. One spray and keeps those blood suckers away.”

“I see how long does it last?”

“One sprits two hours.”

Well that was not convenient. She had a two day journey. “I’ll take two cases and give me an extra bottle now. You can take the cases to shuttle SOS.”

She paid him and then went to the nearest loo where she sprayed the contents of the entire bottle on herself. If one sprits lasted two hours one bottle should last her a few hours…at least.

This was going to prove to be an interesting journey to the station.

To Be Continued…