“Shields up,” Misha snapped. Upon a stern look from Her Majesty, he smiled apologetically and said, “I’ve always wanted to say that.”
“Captain Collins.” Elizabeth’s voice was clipped with annoyance. “This is no joking matter. It’s of the utmost importance that this elopus arrives in the Gerban Nebula unharmed.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Misha replied as he guided the starcruiser between two enemy fighters. He smiled to himself, self-satisfied. Saving the Queen, the last elopus, and maybe the galaxy? No sweat.