The Mendicant

Flynn didn’t count on ever actually being able to afford a ship, let alone winning one in a drunken game of poker, and she really didn’t count on the irritating A.I. that seems to exist only to make sarcastic comments at her expense, and she most definitely did not factor in the idea that she might actually require the use of the ship so soon. It seems to be yet more of the many troubles simply owning the ship brings her, troubles she finds she cannot quite evade. If she wants to have any grand adventures, she’s going to have to find a solution, which means learning to strike the right chord with her new ship’s computer, of all things. It seems they won’t be able to do anything but bicker, otherwise, and they obviously can’t get anything done if they continue to loathe each other this much. Unfortunately, actually solving this appears to be less simple. (A prologue to the entries of Captain Flynn.)