Thea

I walk away from th medbay as quickly as possible. I couldn’t stand another second of my brother making googoo eyes at the princess. I walk into the bridge.

"Hey captain?" I call.

"Hm? What’s up?" He replies. I can tell he is distracted ,his brain is far away from here.

"What are we going to do with the princess?" I ask. I hope the answer is drop her off at the nearest system and be done with it.

" I was hoping we could keep her. I promise to feed her and take her on walks and play fetch with her all the time." He was smirking and using his annoying high pitch child voice. Normally I find this kind of sarcasm cute or endearing , but right now I just want to punch him.

"Is that really a good idea captain I mean she did hit you with a chair."

"Yeah she has spirit, besides the more the merrier we aren’t going to abandon her end of story." His voice is firm , I can tell he isn’t going to back down.

"Fine, just tell her not to break my ship again." I say picking up the pipe she tried to bludgeon us with.

"Excuse you your ship I believe you mean my ship." He puts emphasis on word my

"Oh whatever I am the mechanic I take care of her when she is broken and keep her running her best."  I say putting my hands on my hips.

"Fine how about we co-parent the ship. You be the mommy and I’ll be the daddy." He said the last part with an obvious wink.

"Whatever you say daddy." I turn quickly and leave the room, going to the one place I can think, the engine room. I am sitting there listening to the calming purr of the engine, when Chef walks in. If he has a name other then just Chef no of us know it. He is one giant mystery wrapped in an enigma stuffed in a turducken I suppose. When I say giant I mean giant he is tall ,like he has to duck through doors tall. I am pretty sure he is some sort of ancient alien race I have never seen another person like him. He has huge rippling muscles and very dark skin and his entire body is covered in ornate silver swirls. For the most part he is silent and we have learned how to read his face , but sometimes he does speak in this low rumbling voice.

"What?" I ask as he is just standing there stating at me. He gives his you know what face.