A Reason, a continuation of Space Accountant

This follows after: Taking Chances, Betting on it, Betting Time, Bunking Arrangements, and Accidental.

It is a partial answer to Kelkyag‘s question here and is only a year and a half in coming…

“Spill.” First Mate Cleonorayen Clyd flopped into the spare chair in Quatermaster Marist Irio’s bunk without asking or even knocking. She made up for it by thunking down a thick bottle filled with a bluish liquid.

Marist grabbed two heavy-bottomed glasses and poured generous shots. “You’re talking about the little accountant, right?”

“Bunk change. Bunk change, Marist, what on earth possessed you?”

“What? She wanted a bunk change, I gave her one. Pretty Marsey there is going to be a happy-if-confused young man for the next year.”

“But he could have been that without a marriage contract. What are you up to?”

“Pitmaster.” Marist threw back her drink in one swallow. “If the girl is in a marriage contract, she doesn’t go to the Pit. And none of us want her going to the Pit… do we?”

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4 thoughts on “A Reason, a continuation of Space Accountant

  1. There’s an answer that sets off a lot more questions. <cross-references with meeting the captain> What’s prompted you to go back and tackle questions and prompts from years ago? (Is there method to this madness?)

    • OH man, I forgot about that one. Well, I can make it work! I… started cleaning out my inbox <.< And the method is, um. When "Random fic" comes up on my list, I ask for a number between one and (current number is 45; it grows as I clean out my box and shrinks as I do stories) and if I don't feel that one right now, I go up or down until I find one I feel.

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