'First to Kilrah'
Even a dinky Escort Carrier can be a big place when you don't know your way around. One minute I was with the tour group, bored out of my skull, the next I was turning down corridor after deserted corridor, hopelessly lost. I was worrying about the serious possibility of missing lunch when I turned a corner and nearly plowed straight into her.
I remember freckles upon freckles and green eyes and... tall! Curves and oh my goodness- She looked down her exquisite nose at me.
"GUH!" I managed.
I was assessed and found wanting.
She seemed annoyed. Heartbreakingly gorgeous and annoyed.
"Yeah..." I managed.
She pointed with her perfect chin.
I turned around. Sure enough, there was a corridor map right there, I could have found my way easily if only I had seen it. Embarassed, I felt my ears getting hot. I took a deep breath, gathered up my testicles and turned around wearing my best 'Charming Maniac' smile.
She wasn't there.
And I don't mean that she had given me the slip, I looked around for her, but there wasn't anywhere to look. All the local doors were sealed against hard vacuum. The only way out of that corridor without wearing a pressure suit (she wasn't) was back aft, around the corner I had just come from.
She was just GONE.
Every hair on the back of my neck stood up. I finally realized where I was.
The ruined bow of the ship.
I smelled burned wiring. Felt the deckplates heaving, the hurricane of atmosphere vented into space.
I tasted vacuum.
I got off TCS Tarawa as fast as I could.