I had actually remembered meeting one for a couple minutes, and apparently, she had been the one to take them to the station. Her last clients were the Dak, an overly quiet race of aliens that generally avoided the galactic community and only had token membership at the Moot. Either she was bragging or telling the truth, but her stories seemed to imply she believed she was good at smuggling things past Grabbun, who were notorious for not having a good sense of humor about that sort of thing. What she had told me though was pretty exciting, however. How she had gotten into her current line of work was a tale she apparently didn’t want to tell me yet. She was the captain of the ship, although she had more of a background as a doctor.
Of course, Meadow Muffin wasn’t the only person on the ship to speak to. I’m sure someone else might have considered the task their life’s work, but I was just looking to have some fun while helping out Meadow Muffin. The scientific finds were more important long term, but the Verminauts suspected that the people on the planet might know something about the lost civilization, as technology from them had never been found on a planet with a sentient species before. They wanted someone who looked a little more like the aliens on the planet, who was skilled in diplomacy to make contact. Meadow Muffin told me this was the first find of its kind, but the Verminauts had put off contacting the sentient species on the planet because they were worried they would cause distress if they visited. We were going to some sort of planet with a pre-space worthy sentient species, where there were coincidentally a lot of artifacts from some lost civilization the Verminauts were obsessed about. I suppose I had learned a lot about it as a result. I wondered if she had felt alone sometimes like I had.ĭigging this out of her was a bit hard because she mostly just wanted to talk about the mission. I wondered if the Verminauts were really that boring, and if they were, what made Meadow Muffin different. She seemed like she easily latched onto non-Verminauts like they were living a life of grand adventure. I think she felt alien among other Verminauts, which I could relate to very well, having always felt fairly alien among other Dirtmen. She had apparently never really felt comfortable talking to them, and it got worse over time. Meadow Muffin, even if she didn’t admit it directly, was not very good at talking to other Verminauts. But this meant that for most of the journey there wasn’t much to do except talk to the few aboard the ship.Īs a result, I had learned a lot about Meadow Muffin and the mission in just a few days. I did regret the trouble leaving like this would cause Mica, and his mom, and even a little to my father, but I had made up my mind about this journey a few days ago. The end result was effectively going to be like being grounded either way.
Putting two and two together and realizing I had basically run off from there would mean I could just expect a lot of trouble when I got back, but nothing too crazy. Plus, my sudden disappearance would have been very obvious, because I couldn’t think of anyone else who could have successfully evaded the Spagyric Golem. Even if I did want to risk opening up a channel, I would just get a massive earful. Since we were maintaining radio silence, I only had whoever was on board to talk to. It was like traveling on a dirt road instead of on a highway, but without the bumpiness. I had my doubts, because if they had, all the methods they used to speed up their little trade empire would be virtually obsolete in short order, and the planet we were going to would not be a lengthy journey.Įven though our destination was further away, it would have been faster to travel home. I looked at Meadow Muffin and wondered if any of the Verminauts had seen the entire paper. Or maybe it was because the fastest way to travel was widely ignored or unknown. Maybe it was because I understood how it worked on some level. It always surprised me how slow going faster than light was.
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