Note: Short drabble (218 words) written for a challenge
Captain Stewart's voice echoed through the cockpit. I had never seen him this angry before. Of course, I had also been on his ship for two months. Still, something bad must have happened.
"Captain?" I asked cautiously.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to lose control like that," he answered. Clearly, the anger was still there, but luckily not directed at me. Captain Stewart was known as one of the most dangerous men in the 17th Starfleet, so getting on his bad side was probably not a good idea. He took good care of his crew, though. While the rumours were quite true, we knew him also as a noble man with a great, if wicked, sense of humour.
"What was that?"
"Ismirnaxian for 'a lot of shit'. Old habit. I don't even remember where I picked this up but thanks to this my superiors never figured out that I was swearing." Wicked sense of humour indeed. "Or are you wondering about the reason for this outburst?"
"The latter," I confirmed.
"New mission, if it can be called that. We're being sent into the Kataphazi area to recover a spy probe. Suicide, if you ask me."
I didn't. He did not joke about something like this. It was quite clear, we would probably not return from that mission...