audio.

[delincuente]

[The audio feed rattles to life with a blare of feedback, and the voice that comes through is bright, cherry, and possibly familiar to a few.]

Gooood morning, outer space! I'm pleased to announce that I've just taken over your fleet. You can call me Your Majesty, or Supreme Overlord, or Beyoncé. One of the three. Mom jeans and aerobic dance are officially outlawed, and nothing is allowed to start before noon.

Kay, thanks. Beyoncé out.

Comments

[huaaaaagh]

You don't think you could work together like that?

[??? did he miss a thing]

[delincuente]

[DEEP SIGH]

We broke up right before I left. I don't know how it's gonna be, now.

[huaaaaagh]

[.......

WELL SHIT THAT'S AN AWKWARD THING HE JUST STEPPED IN]

...o-oh... uh... sorry. Yeah, I can... uh... yeah.

Sorry.

[delincuente]

Hey, dude, it's okay. It's just... [Her turn to awkward shrug.] I thought maybe he'd said something.

[huaaaaagh]

I... guess it didn't come up. The timing was kind of weird- I was all coma-fied when it happened, so...