Lucy Partridge is going to show the universe that she can be the commander of a spaceship. If only her crew on the P.E.A.R. weren't so sexy and distracting...
A Sci-Fi reverse harem set in a rather pear-shaped spaceship.
MacKinnon
Lucy Partridge is going to show the universe that she can be the commander of a spaceship. If only her crew on the P.E.A.R. weren't so sexy and distracting...
A Sci-Fi reverse harem set in a rather pear-shaped spaceship.
To anybody who hates Christmas
"Merry Christmas! You are all going to die."
The cackling laughter of the ship computer was barely audible with all the other beeping around us. Every single thing on the P.E.A.R. was malfunctioning. Explosions were shaking the ship and sparks flying from the ceiling were showering us.
"You are all going to die."
Could someone fucking switch off CC?
Hain roared, his hands stuck in a mess of cables under the main console. And where the hell is Commander L?
Still in bed,
Birch shouted from the other side of the control room. The Doc isn’t sure if she’ll make it.
Damn that woman, why did she have to get that STD? We need a captain!
Hain shouted back, his face a mixture of exhaustion and anger.
We’d been fighting against the electronics in the cockpit for over an hour now. While hurtling into the Kelstock Nebula, I might add. Who had the idea to give our board computer the personality profile of a psychopath? This was the third time this month she tried to kill us. According to Birch, it was a computer virus, but in my opinion, her AI was warped. It had happened somewhere in between the last two wormhole jumps. Before she’d been helpful and amenable like a board computer should be. But now... well, she was doing her very best to try and kill us.
"You are all going to die."
With a roar of frustration, I released my safety belt and jumped out of my chair, running towards the captain’s seat.
I’m taking control,
I announced to my fellow three crewmates, quickly typing the passcode into the panel on my right. They were still thinking I only got this job because of my father. Now was my chance to show them I was not only General Partridge's daughter, but also a capable pilot in my own right. After all, none of them had grown up on a spaceship. I’d never lived on Earth, nor on any other planet. Space was my home, and I was not going to die here because of a psychotic machine.
No. Way.
Hain, cut the power to the main computer. Smash it, if you need to. Birch, open the sun shields, we won’t be able to rely on the screens once the power goes. Rowan, page Ced, we need him now. We’re all going to die if we don’t get this thing under control, not just Captain L. We need every hand on deck. I’m going to switch to manual.
They stared at me, wide-eyed.
Now!
I shouted, and they sprang into action.
"You are all going to die. Slowly."
We’re not going to die!
I yelled, kicking the console in front of me in the hope that CC was going to feel it somehow. That computer deserved pain, so much pain.
Initiating self-destruct sequence in T minus five minutes. You are all going to die.
Stupid AI, whoever programmed this computer had a twisted sense of humour. And whoever installed it did a lousy job. As I danced my fingers over the control panel, I kept bumping into security walls that CC put up.
Access denied. You are all going to die.
I screamed in frustration, banging my fists against the machine. It was not supposed to deny me access, this code should overrule any ridiculous orders CC implanted.
"Initiating self-destruct sequence in T minus four
