<div align="center"><strong>-=the stowaway – in her quarters – lower deck of the Gamble=-</strong></div><br/>“…and no one wandering off where they ain’t supposed to be…” came the voice of the almighty captain, reverberating in her ears as the stowaway recognized that one immediate danger had just been traded for another. They might not be about to explode in fiery death but would the crew go searching for wayward visitors as this job the captain referred to happened? Would they find her? What would become of her if they did?<br/><br/><em>Zhe shi shen me dohng shee</em>– Bellerophon?!? Wait, he meant Bernadette… right?<br/><br/>Panic after panic ensued, her pretty head dizzied with confusion and adrenaline with nowhere to go. Leaning heavily into the doorjamb, she tucked up the stuffed pillowcase, hugging around it like a security blanket, thinking too quickly to make sense of it all. Each new issue brought with it several new paths of prospective results, all overlaying on top of each other in her mind, reflexively turning her fears into schematics and layouts, visualizing the possibilities. She was<span class="bbc_u">not</span>about to land on Bernadette. That trip from here would take several more weeks. She’d been abducted (in a way) to a freakin’ Alliance world for the sole purpose of a quick and dirty job trading cargo with some ship named the Shark and hitting atmo again at top speed. Curious as to what the cargo might include, she just hoped that there wouldn’t be a pick up of more crewmembers or passengers as that might fill her cabin with visitors.<br/><br/><em>Augh!</em>She waited for her head to hurt… but it didn’t. Surprised, she breathed a little easier, her mind still racing. Stay here? Slip out in the trade of cargo? What the hell would she do on Bellerophon without identification? No – not her best plan. Bernadette was a much more likely… but maybe they weren’t going to Bernadette any time soon.<em>Zhu fuen chse!</em>What was their destination for this cargo? She couldn’t make a decision until she knew that. Could she make it to the bridge?<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/><em>Zhe shi shen me dohng shee?</em>= What is this crap?<br/><em>Zhu fuen chse.</em>= Pool of pig droppings.<br/>