An Interesting Crew

He honestly thought he wouldn’t wake up after turning back to a human. After being caught by his old captain. He jolted, had his crew made it away? Had his ship?   He could only remember bits and pieces, his mind was fuzzy. He leaned forward, trying to just remember. No... He couldn't think. Leaning forward put pressure on his ribs and it made his vision even fuzzier.

His attempts to remember how he got here, why he couldn’t feel his legs, and if his crew was ok, were interrupted. A scrapping sound scratched in the back of his head, and the metal door was pushed open. And Sar growled.

His old Captain. Igni.

“Sar Tela~” A Novakid’s voice sparked with malice, “How are those dastardly little... Weaving Pirates of yours?”

Sar spat at the Novakid’s feet, he didn’t even notice the red. He sneered, “How’s your crew I lead to mutiny?”

The blood stained the brown boot, and the metal scraping sound dragged out from behind and a big mech arm machine gun was pointed right into the beaten Sar’s face.

Captain Igni’s glow was sharp, irritation spiked in the crackling voice

“Dead~ Killed ‘em. And as for your crew~~” The weapon powered on, the muzzle spinning and glowing with harsh light, “I leave it to your imagination. But hey! Say hi to your old crewmates for me!”

“How long... How long have I been apart’a thisss here crew now?”

Sar leaned against the table. Arms resting on it... still twirling is bottle, now half empty, “12 years you’ve been with us.”

Both turned the bottles up, finishing up their drinks. Muud finished his earlier then his Captain and watched Sar finish the bottle... Eyes... blurry but sharp in watching what he liked.

“That’sss a loong time, eh there, Cap’n?”

He watched every movement Sar move the bottle away, the way he set the bottle down... The way he lean forward, arms again resting on the table. Supporting him. His gaze went from hands to arms to shoulders to hair and then eyes.

He watched Sar get up. And stretch. Hand going to press against his lower back... Muud kept his gaze at the hands.

At the hands...

And Sar moved closer, a non-gloved hand to the Floran’s shoulder. Pressing a kiss to Muud’s forehead.

“Very long indeed. Thank you for your service. And happy birthday.”

"Found the strong stuff, eh, Muud?"

"Don't.... Mock fff.. Me. Ssssar Tela... You're too pretty in thisss poor lighting.. To be mockin' fffl... My sssad and ssorry sstate."

Sar shook his head, "Not mocking. Not taunting. I'm just having a drink with my mechanic. You know what day it is?"

Muud shook his head...

"It's the day you joined us, Muud. I figured it was worth celebrating. It is what we agreed to celebrate quietly among ourselves." Sar sipped at his drink, "we've gifts for you in your room."