It's done now. If you have been reading along, you will notice that I rewrote the last part of the last section to remove an extra character. I keep forgetting these are supposed to be short stories and that adding new characters only paragraphs before the ending isn't a good idea. yep.
Magellanic Cloud 9? Skipper cringed when she heard that. “So cheesy,” she said, to no one in particular. There were precious few people awake nearby to hear it. By the looks of things, sedation was a very popular option on these flights. At least two thirds of the passengers were dead to the world, snoozing serenely ensconced in bungee. Flight attendants were busy drifting through the rows connecting IV’s to the unconscious people. Skipper swooped up behind the nearest attendant. “Hey!”
“Yes?” the attendant replied over her shoulder as she inserted a needle into the vein of an unconscious passenger.
“What are you doing?”
“These are feeding tubes. The sedatives usually last about 24 hours. They will be dehydrated when they wake up if we don’t hook them up to the tubes.”
“Can I help you with anything?”
“How do I get to the medical station? I’m not feeling well.”
The flight attendant pointed. “There’s a map in the commons area, back there. Look for deck number 3.”
Skipper flipped over and pulled herself towards the commons area, tapping the seats with her hands on either side to pick up speed. She very nearly collided with a child zipping along the other direction. The boy deftly kicked at an armrest and vaulted out of Skipper’s path. “Careful! I new at this!” she shouted at him. He made a stupid face at her and launched himself away. The zero-g stuff wasn’t as easy as it looked in the tutorial videos they had shown her back at the spaceport.
Just ahead there was a circular portal with bright orange block letters: DECK 5 PASSENGER COMMONS. On the other side, the ship opened up into a comfortably spacious mezzanine with large windows along the walls. The room was an oval with padded hand holds on ceiling and floor for people to push themselves around the room. Portals identical to the one Skipper came in through were located above, below, and directly across. The map the flight attendant mentioned hovered in the center of the room. This commons area was the middle floor of a vertical series of living decks stacked on top of each other. Aiming for the medical station, Skipper headed down through the portal on the floor, down through deck 4. Deck 4 was the location of the bar the loudspeakers had advertised earlier. Skipper could hear the OOM-pssh-OOM-pssh sound of bar music coming from behind the extra large and garishly flashing MAGELLANIC CLOUD 9 entrance portal. She hovered there for a moment, hesitating. Well.. maybe if I eat something. Yes! Eating. And drinking. A lot. That’ll fix me right up. Skipper pushed off the floor and dove through the portal to CLOUD 9.