Seeing the Bridge

The green haired woman watched her for a few minutes, and then turned.  She walked over to a door. It slid open.  The woman turned and stared at Juniper waiting to be noticed.

Walking forward feeling a bit embarrassed by her behavior, Juniper muttered, "Nice ship."  She once again found herself following someone into strange surroundings. The green haired woman turned several corners before reaching an elevator door.  The woman and Juniper waited, and when the door opened both stepped into the elevator.

The door opened again, into a large room filled with monitors and buttons.  The man, whom the green haired woman called Myron, stood in the middle of the room.  He had braces on the side of his hips.  The man turned to look at who entered his bridge, at least that was what Juniper thought.

“What is she doing here?” The captain asked.

The green haired woman answered, “Good question.  Could you ask another one, maybe a little bit more easy for me to answer?”  She then gave Myron a huge I-am-just-teasing smile.

He did not look amused, “Lana, could you be more dense?” 

It was obvious that the man and woman had a conflict that Juniper did not know about. Juniper stammered, “I could just . . .”

Lana cut off Juniper’s statement and then finished it for her, “Leave?”  She laughed, “No, I don’t think you girl are going anywhere.”

Coming to the Ship

Juniper followed, she looked at her surroundings.  The corridor was only three feet wide and almost seven feet high.  The man, in front of her, filled the corridor.  He was a man with the broadest shoulders, Juniper had ever seen.  He wore a white linen shirt with tight blue cotton pants.  His boots came up to mid calf.  She liked what she had seen earlier and she now admired him from behind. 

The other thing she liked, his height.  From her vantage point he had maybe six inches before his head would touch the ceiling.  She followed behind him but sometimes she had to jog a little bit to catch up.  He opened another door, which looked like a carved out wall. Before the door were large cargo containers, Juniper watched the man walk around the cargo boxes. As she followed him she saw a large ship three stories tall and a couple football fields long by her first impression.  She strode with the man up to the ship and up the loading ramp.

A woman who had long green hair and yellow skin greeted him.  She hugged him. “You’re back.”

The man grabbed the woman’s hands and unwrapped them from his person.  “Yes, you think I left permanently Lana?”

“Whose the girl?” the green haired woman asked.

“A new crew member.” He stated dryly. He turned to Juniper. “Come with me.”  He ordered. 

Standing there in the opening of a loading ramp a decision had to be made.  Juniper knew she wanted off of this colony and away from her mistress but she did not know, so she asked, “What does becoming a crew member mean?” 

Meeting your future for the first time.

The door closed behind them.  Panting and pounding the man’s shoulder, Juniper did not know what to think about what had just happened.  “Put me down!  Put me down!”  She shouted over and over again. 

“Your wish is mine to give.” The man said sarcastically.  He slid her body off of his shoulder and gently settled her feet on the ground.  The man did not let her go.  “Do I get a kiss for rescuing you damsel?”

Her blue eyes burned into his black eyes.  She wanted to take a step back.  The man did have black eyes.  It seemed no light was allowed to reflect back at her, not even her reflection.  She stammered, “W-w-why should I give you a kiss.”  She then took in the rest of his face.  He had hard features, long brown eyelashes framed his eyes, and his nose fit his high cheekbones perfectly.  He had full totally kissable lips.  Again she was taken back, she did want to kiss him.

When he saw her change in demeanor from frightened, to curious to sensual, he wondered if she knew that her emotions could be read so easily.  He answered her question, “Because you want to feel my lips on yours, to taste me.”

 “Let go of me, you brute!”  Juniper said sternly.

“Well, from sensual to angry in one-point-two seconds. Wow! I never thought someone as beautiful as you would have such a temper.”  He chuckled.

She turned to storm away, but her dignified exit was stymied by a lack of knowledge of where to go.  It became clear to her fast that she had no clue where he had taken her.  For that matter she had no clue now on what she would do next.  Juniper turned to face the man again.  “Well, why did you take me here?”  She asked.

He smiled down at her, “Well, I saw this beautiful woman in rags running from the authorities and I . . . you don’t really want to hear an explanation do you?” He paused, “Why don’t you follow me back to my ship?” He motioned with his left hand for her to go down the empty blue corridor. He took off walking fast.