The Shit, the Fan and Death?

Let me start by saying that I blame the cat. I don't give to shits how fluffy and innocent that suit wearing, whisker face appears! Alarms blaring, bodies everywhere, and this fuzz ball is trying to stop some creepy futuristic war forged from sabotaging the ship. Which he already had a head start on. And I mean he was pretty much done before the cat realized what was what.
 
Anyway, it was decision time, do I try to save the shipment, or do I try to save the ship? Well, the shipment won't float and neither will my transport so that decision was made. Then of course there was the kid. She needs to survive no matter what. If I can save she ship she's golden, if not... well she has to make it to a pod no matter what. That was my thought. Turns out we were heading in the same direction, thank goodness.
 
The control/ engine room was... lets just say dead on arrival. A complete lost cause. The culprit was way more than any of us could handle. Which leaves me with questions. Why the heck was one lone cat guarding something like that?! Someone is pulling strings where they shouldn't be. Someone, who knows about this weapons shipment I'd wager. A coincidence is when you and your buddy wear the same T-shirt on Feldfest, this was planned.
 
So hey, we had some good fun joining forces, fixing the last beat up escape pod for dear life. It was a real group trust exercise from hell. I'll be sure to talk with HR when I get home. If I get home...
 
Oh yeah I might be dead! We made off the ship and into the water... and then it got weird. I thought the burning ship murder robot was going to be the weird part. Never underestimate a day, I guess? A freaking DRAGON with a winged lady appeared and carried us to safety.
 
Did I hit my head? Probably? Was I high on adrenaline after barely steering us out of the way of nearly certain death... that I'm still not convinced didn't certainly happen, despite pinching? It is highly probable! What I will say, is the after life isn't what I thought. I'm cold, the cat and the girl are still with me. Not sad about the latter, the former better watch his toe beans, I don't know if I can trust him. Still, we are better off working together to survive. Us and this... Aerial who is trying to fool us into thinking she's from out of town.
 
What do we have so far? She's from another country (at the very least). Eccentric doesn't cut it. Ancient technology and her Dad has her in contact with the richest companies in the world. She's at the very least a corporate daughter, basically a freaking princess. That's what I'll call her. It fits.
 
Of course all this is assuming I'm not dead and that our landing on some god forsaken cold ass shore wasn't just us getting thrown into limbo. I certainly wasn't perfect, but I wasn't a bad person. Still, I'm sure some of the guns I made did bad things. Maybe they don't know where to put me know that I'm dead? Seems the cat and the kid are in the same boat... well we were on the same life boat... then dragon... I'm going to pinch myself again... "Fuck!" still hurts. Well, I'm going to try to get us to civilization because apparently we are still alive... I hope I feel more that way when we get there... if we get there...
 
Gidget Out!