SBC Radio One: Repairs

[Bazza]

Upon the rustic, casually laid-out floor of the Maelstrom, the captain and her crew bring the lumbering destroyer to a halt. The throbbing engines lull to a calm idle whilst after a short, almost violent burst caused by the sudden change in attitude, the metallic creaking and shuddering subside, placing the passengers in almost-silence.

The Maelstrom comes to grateful rest amongst the ice, her graceless form clouded by a heavy mist of frozen debris.

In reply to the transmission received, Evangeline pokes a button on the primitive console she'd cable tied to the wall of the cruisers' bridge. The radio crackles into life, a solitary red light indicating it was now operational.

I am Evangeline McDowell. I always travel in anti-style. I'm sure the old battleaxe needs no introduction, but the ships you see around me are mine. They won't give you any trouble unless I tell them too.

There is a brief pause in Evangeline's words, although a continuing flow of static alludes to the channel remaining open throughout.

So, Miss Scratch.


Why am I here?

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