A while after the captain had finished debriefing me I pulled them back on and politely took my leave. I fished her supply list out of my back pocket and scanned it as I walked back toward the cargo bay. Frowning, I pulled a pencil nub from my sweatshirt pocket and began adding the items my overeager captain had forgotten. I was focused enough on the list that I didn’t even notice Morey until he started talking.
“Fulton!” He howled, clapping me on the shoulder. I jumped and the edge of the “e” I was writing in “water” jumped up and across the end of “accelerated plasma shotgun.” I glared at my bunkmate.
“What’ve you got there, Fulton?” he continued, smiling.
“Supply list from Palmcrantz. We have a new mission after Mixipan so we need to offload as much cargo as we can at the outpost. That’s on you.” Morey met this with one of his trademark chimp-esque grins.
“Ah, not a problem, Fulton. They love me on Mixipan. They love me almost everywhere.”
“That a fact? Because we’ve bunked together for a while and I haven’t seen a whole lot of loving just yet. Not a single memory of a work-glove hung on the door that I can recall.” I raised an eyebrow at Morey but he just grinned again and shook his head.
“Well of course not.” He shrugged. “They may love me but I could never betray the captain like that.” I looked down at my list again and tried not to think about breathless orders issued in the heat of the moment. Morey craned his neck and looked at the list. “Lots of hardware on there. What’s this new mission?”
“Come on,” I said, folding the list and pocketing it. “Help me find the bay crew and I’ll tell you all at once.”