xenofem
@xenofem

Six re-emerges through the hatch onto the cramped bridge, swearing in several languages.

"How bad is it?" Anya asks, tossing over a ration pouch.

Six catches it and takes a long swig before answering. "Fucked, is how bad. That missile the Blowjob Brothers hit us with had a bio payload, one of those engineered slime molds the fucking Accordance use for sabotage ops. Kill to know how the hell the bastards got their hands on that shit... Anyway, it ate half the engine before I could vent it, plus I think some of it might've gotten into the fuel lines, so I'm gonna have to empty the tanks, decontaminate the fuel, flush the whole system before I can even start on repairs..." She does some quick mental math. "Five days."

"Five days?"

"Five days for me. Anyone else, it'd take a couple weeks."

"So we're out, then." Anya slumps forward in her seat, forehead against the dashboard. "Even at max speed, we'll just barely beat the last stragglers to Eris XIII. No first-place finish, no grand prize, no money to pay off the Ocelot before he harvests my organs..." She turns her head slightly, looking at Six out of one eye. Times like this, Six always has some sort of miracle waiting in her back pocket. Maybe, just maybe...

"How much do you know about nullspace drives?"

Anya sits upright slowly. "I know they're fast. And I know they're ridiculously illegal in pretty much every inhabited system. Six, you didn't –"

"One of my guys had a find. I'd been wanting to try one out. Didn't have any other ship I could install it into. You wanted fast, this whole race is illegal anyway, figured it couldn't hurt."

"The Andromeda Run is suspended pilot license illegal, not summary execution illegal! 'Couldn't hurt' my ass, why the fuck would you..." Anya pauses, takes a breath. In... Hold... Out... In... Hold... Out.

"... Anyway. Fine. Here we are, out of options, you win. And it's ready to go?"

"As soon as I get the engines up and running. Should be fast enough to make up for a five-day lead, if we really push it."

Anya pinches the bridge of her nose. "Okay. Sure. Sounds like a plan."

Six tosses her empty ration pouch into a waste chute and disappears back down into the engine room. Anya pulls up her offline library, and starts looking for anything that'll help her operate the bombshell she's been unknowingly sitting on all week.



folly
@folly

i am still aching in pain having fallen out of my chair laughing from this incredible trifecta of reviews for cranberry juice on the kroger app

  • this first one, you might be fooled into thinking is normal. many people comment about how hard it is to open the oceanspray bottles, and their caps being a nuisance. however, that belies the fact that this person's technique for opening the bottle is therefore to squeeze the bottle so hard it pops the top off??? a feat of immense strength that has to be greater than what it takes to unscrew even a very tightly sealed cap?? Love it BUT!
  • the second is the review that originally caught my eye, as its formatting feels much more natural and human than you typically get from reviews for grocery items. but. who is drinking THREE LITERS of cranberry juice in seven hours? who anticipates it so much they buy cranberry juice in a jug so big i could not lift it?? "ima be so cranberried up" as an affirmation for how prepared we are for what's ahead of us, so perfectly capturing its meaning. but i don't think i would be able to sleep for the number of bathroom breaks i'd need to take if I were that cranberried up
  • and the incredible third one. kanaya diction followed by a preposterous statement and the oh-so subtle typos. did you know: I think you commercial with a mother kicking a clown in the face if very offensive and a poor choice of promoting your product. maybe this is everything we the other consumers needed to know about buying this cranberry juice but were too afraid to ask

 
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