Thelnym Osgrove, on top of having arguably the most burdensome name in the universe, absolutely had the worst job in the entire fucking universe.
Instructor for a bunch of teenagers on a deep space mission.
"What's going to stop me from sucking us all out the airlock once we're far enough away?" Thelnym asked.
The official in Coalition drab greys and greens smiled, unconcerned. "I don't believe you to be a murderer."
Thelnym's mouth tugged into a frown, fighting the scar tugging tautly upwards at the right corner. The effect left them with a face either struggling to frown or smile, depending how you looked at them.
"Murder? It'd be a mercy killing – for me and them."
Unperturbed, the official said, "The ship operates completely on autopilot."
Thelnym opened their twisted mouth for another quip but the official beat them to it.
"Our representative on board will be given an override code in case of emergencies."
"My life in the hands of a Coalition officer. Almost worse than the teenagers."
"Mr. Osgrove–"
Thelnym's voice sharpened from tiredly petulant to frigid, carrying the real threat of death by the cold unforgiving darkest of space unlike their earlier half-hearted one.
"If you have to use that name, I know you Coalition bootlickers find it an imperative, it's *just* Osgrove. Not mister, not miss. *Osgrove*."
The official's eyes baldly flickered from Thelnym's unshaven face to the breasts peeking out of their loose tanktop. Underneath the perfectly reasonable instincts for murder, Thelnym found the prospect of being the hell off this planet surrounded by hormonally charged kids far more appealing.
"Thank you for informing me," the official said, voice not modulating one bit through the whole conversation. "For the hero of the Coalition, I think we can make an exception in our records."
Thelnym found offense in so much of that they struggled to pick one to focus on.
Their anger spent, a lifetime's worth of anger, they slumped back in the chair.
"Just lock me in the floating tin can already."
snippet from an original story affectionately called deepspace babysitting story
Thelnym Osgrove, on top of having arguably the most burdensome name in the universe, had the worst job in the entire fucking universe:
Instructor for a bunch of teenagers on a deep space mission
#ocsky #myocs #dsbs
