The nerve of him! Thinking I want to...breed with him. Not only does he think I want to fuck him, he thinks I want to have his weird alien baby? I check my tablet and see that we’re a few hours from Martian orbit. I’ll have to go back into the cockpit soon to monitor the instruments. Maybe I’ll just make him stay in here while I run things. It’s probably the smart move, considering how bad he screwed us over when he launched us into full thrust before I could double-check the trajectory. I keep a close eye on the margin of error as we approach Mars. It was at 5% margin of error shortly after launch–already much higher than normally acceptable–and it’s climbed steadily toward 20% as we get closer. By the time I’m able to suppress my anger and go back in to face Captain Fenrir again, it’s risen to 30%. I take in a deep breath, open the door, and head back into WHERE to face him.
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