Not so long ago, in a galaxy much too close for comfort, a Writers’ Block project called “Steem Wars” launched to mediocre fanfare and many nervous giggles. Within seconds of the opening announcement, crews began to scramble. Voyagers from all corners of the galaxy snuffled to alert, blew dust off their flux capacitors or whatever hoodingle they use to power space travel, and reported for duty.
Captain Constants Trickle was no different. Well, that’s a lie. Capn Trickle is about as “different” as they come, and that’s actually a euphemism. Better words might be “odd,” or “bizarre,” or even “batshit crazy,” but we won’t go there. Wait—we just did.
Moving right along – we’ll join Capn Trickle as she hearkens to the call of Dr. Muxx. Let the games begin!
Journal Entry 35-2.06179 transcribed/edited
I’ve been summoned.
Damn it, Muxx. Really? After all this time?
At least the old goat caught me with a crew. Or part of a crew. Enough of a crew. Hell – maybe. The Princess is off somewhere powdering her nose in that fancy-ass shuttle of hers, but I have Miss Fixit who never leaves the deck and that new guy … whatshisname? Kelp? Colt? Hope? Shit, I can’t remember. He’s supposed to be some kind of medic—maybe army? Who knows. And who cares. Don’t reckon I do. I’ve been sewing myself up since I failed to outrun that hoofa bear on Dromeda Eight. Yeah, yeah—I know. You don’t have to be the fastest, just not the slowest. You ever seen me run? I’d rather fight. Even a bear. And people wonder why I’m not afraid of a little raccoon.
In other news, bids came in from Allied moons Amaknot, Bossevent, and Laegur. Cargo, cargo, and some jackass wanting a ride to Paupakit. Must be loaded, that guy, willing to lease a ship to himself. Might have to look into that. Connections. It’s all about who you know.
Fixit got the new solenoid installed last week. I can’t tell a difference yet but she says in open space, we’ll ride so smooth we’ll never know when we hit warp. She’d better be right. If I spill any more hot sake between my boobs I might as well hang a sign on my belly button that says Happy Hour.
Enough for now. Update when I can.
Huh, "little" my foot. Please keep your raccoon from destroying my ship.
Sincerely, Miss Fixit
She is completely innocent. Wouldn't harm a fly. Much less a sh. . .wait. Whose ship, again?
Ha! Y'all keep that racoon away from me, if you please. Be joining you shortly. Was off surfing waterfalls and flirting with wizards. Gonna catch a nap on the Maverick, then head your way...
Hahahaha, I love this! And I love the 3D renders! I need to learn how to do that.....
I'll definitely be following this! I almost get a Firefly vibe from it, it's awesome. <3
Well, it is the Dronefly crew . . . LOLOL!!!
Oh yeah, definitely following this. HAHAHA.
What a bonus that you can CREATE your own character with words as well as art.
Git your spaceship launched!
Too funny.
And you're kinda cute too. When rendered properly. Ha Ha.
Oh, lord-- I wish I looked like Capn Trickle!!! She's a random DAZ character that I tweaked a bit. I like 'er, though.
Great stuff Rhonda. Love the 3d render. I agree with others .. very Fireflyish. Love it!
Cap'n I notice your armor seems to have a gap in coverage. Not that I mind, but perhaps a strategically placed raccoon (or two) might improve your projectile safety. When it comes to getting shot, better a kit or two than one of those puppies, IMHO.
Be safe! It's a big universe.
Thank you for the cheering up post. It always feels good to read them ☺
It looks like you had a great time. You deserve all the happiness my friend.
These are really fun to write. No doubt about it. :-)
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