The Galactic Adventures of Pierce Darkblade
All this orbiting and scanning is making you awful hungry, you give command of the bridge of the Pachyderm to Commander Fraglon for the moment as you decide to head down to the ships lounge.
As you enter the spacious lounge, you see the ships cook, Kilowent Rexrar. Kilowent is a Deemian, a multi-armed race of sector 17. Kilowent is one of the best chefs in the galaxy, trained for 100 years under some of the most galaxy renowned cooks. He has learned over 50,000,000 dishes spanning many different worlds. You could have any dish in the galaxy from a Buglonian liver cake to a Septon stem-weed stew. All you want right now though is some good old fashioned spaghetti and meatballs, like Grandma used to make back home.
You approach Kilowent the chef, smiling broadly. "Evening Kilowent, tonight i'd like a big heaping dish of spaghetti and meatballs, extra sauce on the balls please."
Kilowent nods enthusiastically, "Hey no problemo boss. I know how you like dem balls nice and saucy. It'll be up in a skinny minute."
You sit at the counter and within a minute Kilowent emerges from the kitchen and begins placing all of the fixings in front of you with his many arms. The smell is intoxicating.
"Dig in cappin."
You do. And it is delicious. The meatballs are succulent and the sauce is tangy with just the right amount of heat to it. You are scarfing the delicious meal down when your emblem communicator beeps. You hit it to open the communication.
"Yes?"
"Captain, it's Fraglon, we have just spotted a large object that has launched a meteorite at the capital city. Permission to pursue the object, it's escaping as we speak!"
You slurp down the spaghetti currently hanging from your mouth as you decide on a course of action.
As you enter the spacious lounge, you see the ships cook, Kilowent Rexrar. Kilowent is a Deemian, a multi-armed race of sector 17. Kilowent is one of the best chefs in the galaxy, trained for 100 years under some of the most galaxy renowned cooks. He has learned over 50,000,000 dishes spanning many different worlds. You could have any dish in the galaxy from a Buglonian liver cake to a Septon stem-weed stew. All you want right now though is some good old fashioned spaghetti and meatballs, like Grandma used to make back home.
You approach Kilowent the chef, smiling broadly. "Evening Kilowent, tonight i'd like a big heaping dish of spaghetti and meatballs, extra sauce on the balls please."
Kilowent nods enthusiastically, "Hey no problemo boss. I know how you like dem balls nice and saucy. It'll be up in a skinny minute."
You sit at the counter and within a minute Kilowent emerges from the kitchen and begins placing all of the fixings in front of you with his many arms. The smell is intoxicating.
"Dig in cappin."
You do. And it is delicious. The meatballs are succulent and the sauce is tangy with just the right amount of heat to it. You are scarfing the delicious meal down when your emblem communicator beeps. You hit it to open the communication.
"Yes?"
"Captain, it's Fraglon, we have just spotted a large object that has launched a meteorite at the capital city. Permission to pursue the object, it's escaping as we speak!"
You slurp down the spaghetti currently hanging from your mouth as you decide on a course of action.