There, in the darkness, in grey capital letters over white, the Captain struggles to reads
“Recovery Space Shuttle 593 – CT Mission… CT Mission! That’s me they’re talking about! I am Captain Traumatic, THAT’S ME! HEY! IS ANYBODY THERE?” the Captain says after jumping onto the horizontal shuttle parked by the side of the Insatiable Princess.
Inside a window the size of a brick and just as thick, three round, white and large and solid bubbles with beaming faces inside them look out. The Captain kneels and start banging on the surface of the space ship.
“OPEN UP! OPEN UP!” he screams.
“Not about you,” Labaguette remarks, “’By the way, CT stands for Clear Translation’… Nah, probably ‘Clockwork Transmutation’.”
“Shut up Labaguette!”
“GOT IT! It stands for ‘Climate Transition.’”
“They’re looking for me.”
“Climate Transition Mission.”
“Bit of both if you ask me,” Birdseye says as white puffs of vapour begin pouring from the sides of the shuttle and the white ropes keeping it close and bound to these skies are unravelling slowly.
“Look at them!” Labaguette insists.
“I’ve no need to,” Birdseye says, “They’re skies’ knights.”
“Cosmonauts,” the Captain corrects, “they’re cosmonauts.”
“They don’t look like earthians,” Labaguette remarks, “and this can’t be a ship.”
“Skies’ knights,” Birdseye repeats, “will be your best friends, Labaguette, someday.”
“Sure,” Labaguette says, enjoying the attention, “bubble wrapped friends from beyond and more, there’s nothing more I could hope for,” as the Captain raises his eyes, prey to some form of despair.
To be continued…