Casey the Pilot
“Hey Boss,” Casey’s voice crackled through the speakers in the cargo bay, “you might want to hold on. It’s going to get a bit bumpy. “How bumpy?” Avalon already started scrambling to secure the turtle and herself into one of the chairs that lined the walls. In response, the ship rolled into a cascade of wild maneuvers. Anything that hadn’t been secured now flew around, clattering and crashing into everything else. Outside, she could hear the muffled wump of chaff…