"We've detected a small ship coming out of warp near the nebula, Captain."
"Thank you Rivan. Bring us out of warp alongside them Tail." My name is Shooting Star, but everyone just calls me Shooting, for both my name and my twitchy trigger finger. I'm the captain of the Alacritous Regress, an old shuttle held together with duct-tape and prayers. The only good thing about the ship was that it's equipped with an oversized interceptor warp drive that allows us to fly away from any enemy ships we encounter, and that it doesn't rust.
"Pulling out of warp, Sir." The Engea at the warp control station is my twin sister, Comet Tail. People have never told us that we look the same, and for good reasons. Our mom was a lynx Engea and our father a serval Engea. I got our mom's looks, Tail got our dad's.
"Commence scanning processes Rivan." The large Blait started pressing assorted buttons on her console before letting out a stri