This is another story I found in another notebook I came across recently. I had completely forgotten about this, but the ship sketches I’m pretty sure I did some 3d artwork of. So yet another old piece I wanted to preserve and plan to write a book around this, or at least in the universe.

John and I were hiding out, playing Galaxy Warlords yet again. Something we always did as little kids, the best of friends since time began. We had just pinned down the bad guys, but more showed up. We were surrounded, but we wouldn’t surrender - no death, no glory. We’d go out shooting, taking as many with us as we could.
The buzzer went off. “Okay, okay Ris, shut the noise off already, sheesh. Don’t bother with the lights, you should know by now I don’t need ‘em.” The lights came on very dimly anyways, she remembered the first night I woke up and stumbled over the chair, stubbing my toe. “Shower, usually settings, Ris.” I made my way through my morning shipboard routine while contemplating my dream. I didn’t remember dreams much lately, doctors say you dream all night, but you could have fooled me the past 4 years.
I finished breakfast then went over the scan reports from Ris as I headed to the bridge. Leeta was in the pilot’s chair as usual, “A dream? Romantic?” I shot Galaxy Warlords into my brain, “oh, another great adventure of the mighty computer overlord?” she chuckled. A squeak of static came from Ris, it was her way of chuckling with us.
“Yeah, whatever.” Leeta was a low skill telepath, able only to read conscious thoughts. I liked the peace and quiet and didn’t say much which was fine for the both of us. She simply spoke replies to my thoughts when she wanted or when it wasn’t obvious. After working with this crew for six months I’d gotten used to it. It still drove the other crewmates nuts so she wouldn’t do it with them.
Several hours went by, Leeta listening to me tap up another program for Ris. Company policy required at least two crew members on duty in the cockpit at all times just in case something happened. My newest program was supposed to help Ris search local databases portside for various entertainment vids and libraries. Ris already had a search tool for it, but it was a fairly standard search tool.
The hours rolled by and Leeta amused herself by letting her mind roam about in the darkness of space. Ris tried to give helpful suggestions alongside my work and pointed out a few “errors” I had left for loopholes. Leeta grew tired of the mental thoughts and had Ris play some background music so she could listen to my thoughts. She said the music made interesting bubbles in people’s thoughts that were fairly colorful. I hit a bump in the program and the suggestions from Ris were getting annoying so I shut it off and looked out the window. The dream was strange, I’d not seen John in maybe five years, he’d taken off and joined the Navy… “to explore the unknown, and travel the galaxy,” he’d said. From what I heard it sounded more like he was getting shore duty while the ship was being built.

An alarm sounded and Ris brought up a few exit diagrams while Leeta read the hyperspace scans. I stared out the window while tuning the real space sensors. The lightshow was always beautiful. The powerful hyperdrives shut off as the subspace engines kicked in.
Considering the journey we had made, our trip into the system was slow, but necessary. We were hailed by system authorities and given approach vectors. It would take two hours to navigate through all the traffic and reach the space station to drop off our container to be unloaded. Ris would make good use of the time to scrounge up points of interest to each crew member to decrease time in looking ourselves once we reached the station. Time was limited on shore leave to the amount of time it took to have the container reloaded and have maintenance done to the ship. Ris would also collect messages left for us on personal pagers, usually for the average spacer it was messages from family, business contacts, information on new jobs, and such.
I had set up a program to help Ris sort stuff for me. Basically it listed who the call originated from and a text message about what was said in the call. I usually just let messages sit and waste away, but I noticed a message from John. I plugged in my headset and pulled up the message. John was letting me know he was getting shore leave soon and wanted to know if I wanted to get together with him and catch up on things. It would be the next port I reached so I knew it wouldn’t be a problem.
“Ris? I’d like to send a reply, start recording.” I looked back into the screen, “hey John, got your message, great idea. We’ll be in port the day after you get there, just let me know where you want to meet.” I stopped the recording and sat back to watch all the other ships coming into port as well. Nectrum was always a busy port. As someone once put it, “find the imports and outports, income and outcome, and there you will find Nectrum.” The trip into the system was exciting as usual, just like mining rock. Mac came up to see how everything was going. He was a strange blith, his real name wasn’t Mac, but he liked some ancient vid flick who’s main character was named Mac and since no one remembered the flick and as he always introduced himself as Mac, the name had stuck.
