I am Mayhem
Chaos leaned back in the captain’s chair propping her feet up on a nearby council. She had a cigar in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other. She brought the bottle of rum up to her mouth and bit at the cork pulling it free and then spitting it off into the corner of the cockpit. She took a quick swig her face contorting at the strong taste, it definitely was the cheap stuff not that she was all that picky. Then she took a puff of the cigar pursing her lips and blowing rings from the smoke. The Cigars where good though she thought to herself as she took another swig of the craptastic rum.
Her eyes drifted around the cockpit looking over all the controls and panels it had been a long time since she had been on her fathers’ old ship. Still it seemed like nothing had changed since her sister took charge of it. She reached up and flipped one of the switches and the blast windows came down over the cockpit view ports. The cockpit came considerably darker than she flipped another switch to prevent the lights from coming on. She sat there in the darkest her orange eyes the only thing lighting up the room.
The crew was probably out hunting cause what else did one do on Rutan. The worst part is they never erased her from the biometric security system. She could probably take right off with the Black pearl and they wouldn’t be able to stop her. To bad the reason Khaos was here wasn’t to steal her fathers old rust bucket instead she had come with a gift for her dear sister. Off the back of the captain’s chair hung a satchel and inside was a black box.
Her eyes drifted around the cockpit looking over all the controls and panels it had been a long time since she had been on her fathers’ old ship. Still it seemed like nothing had changed since her sister took charge of it. She reached up and flipped one of the switches and the blast windows came down over the cockpit view ports. The cockpit came considerably darker than she flipped another switch to prevent the lights from coming on. She sat there in the darkest her orange eyes the only thing lighting up the room.
The crew was probably out hunting cause what else did one do on Rutan. The worst part is they never erased her from the biometric security system. She could probably take right off with the Black pearl and they wouldn’t be able to stop her. To bad the reason Khaos was here wasn’t to steal her fathers old rust bucket instead she had come with a gift for her dear sister. Off the back of the captain’s chair hung a satchel and inside was a black box.