SBC Radio One: Repairs

[Osilon]

In the cloudy straights of Magellan, a shape loomed. The large, sensor-bristled hull remained mostly dormant, a slight blue glow emanating from various windows and engines. The long, dark spine of the ship disappeared into the clouds in either direction, masking the true size of such a ship...

On board, Vinyl Scratch sat in a large, comfy chair behind soundproof glass, a pair of headphones blasting one of her newer selections, running through a large range of songs in preparation for the next broadcast. Ah, it was a hard job, but someone had to do it.

It took a while, but eventually she selected the mix for her next broadcast. Slipping the disk into a nearby slot, she hung up her headphones, straightened her goggles, and headed for the door. On her way through, she picked up a small box, the size of a standard box of cigarettes, and flicked it open- drawing out one of its contents with her teeth. The box was packed full of a strange treat- a long, biscuit-esque stick coated in a thin layer of chocolate, and was something Scratch was particularly fond of. She had long suspected there was a caffeine element in them due to the buzz which seemed to center itself directly behind her eyes, but she had never got around to asking. Slowly sucking away the flaking chocolate from the biscuit core, she walked away from her main studio, up to the bridge, waiting for her guest.

Leaning back in a chair upon the bridge, her feet up on the nearby railing in a laid-back gesture, Vinyl Scratch removed a pair of pictures from the dashboard, where she had left them the day before. One, the picture of David Hale with his blonde acquaintance, and two, the rather...interesting...offer she had recieved to fix her relay system. Comparing the two, she rolled the chocolate biscuit around in her mouth, having already gone through one previous on her way up to her current lurk. Footsteps signalled the approach of her co-anchor onboard, and she smiled to herself.

"Hey. Octavia." she said, doing her best to sound contemplative. It didn't work, and Octavia, behind her, raised an eyebrow.
"Yes? What now?" was her reply, grimacing at the plan that she could already sense in motion.
"What do you think? Are these the same person?" She offered the pictures to Octavia. She examined the first one closely, but when coming to the second one, her face gained a deep, crimson blush.
"What...Where did you get this?" She stammered, lost for words.
"Got it sent to me by some plucky mechanic. Jealous?"
"Not even a little."
"Aww, you're no fun...Well, she'll be arriving soon, so you'll have plenty of time to compare." She said, spinning around to face her. Octavia rolled her eyes, muttered something about 'yet another crush', and walked away, dropping the pictures in Scratch's lap.

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.