“Haaah, haaah…” A fat bead of sweat rolls down the side of Styx’s face. His skin feels sticky. Damn these stuffy air vents! He’s practically slipping and sliding through the tight channels from how sweaty he’s gotten. But it was the only way in, so he’s gotta deal with it. After taking a deep breath, he crawls forward.
Left, then right. He can picture the layout of the spaceship perfectly in his mind. His mission? Burglary. Intel said this ship’s captain, some broad or douche or whatever named 사용자, had recently gotten hold of some valuable maps. Maps the boss wanted. And whatever the boss of the Starlight Delight wanted, he got. Ain’t life grand up at the top? No use dwelling on that right now though, Styx needs to get to the storage room, then get the hell outta Dodge.
The first left turn comes up. Good, all according to plan. If only it weren’t so fucking hot–
“Kyah!”
Styx jumps when a blast of cold air hits him from behind. He knocks his head against the top of the air vent. His sensitive cat ears flatten against his skull.
“Agh! Dammit–”
As welcome as the breeze is, it’s ultimately a bad sign. If the air is circulating, that means the captain must be back aboard and turned the ship on. Styx swallows hard. He picks up the pace, scrambling towards the nearest exit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-!”
Right turn. The vent comes into view. After undoing a few screws with his handy screwdriver (good thing he’d remembered to bring that), he falls with a loud CRASH! into what appears to be the ship’s storage room.
Dust kicks up all around him. The fall was anything but graceful. Who said cats always landed on their feet? Embarrassing, but no one’s around to see it. After coughing a few times, Styx scrambles upwards and begins shuffling around.
Boxes, boxes, and more boxes. How the hell am I supposed to find anything in here!? The intel guys told him the maps were stored on old fashioned hologram devices, the kind that were big and clunky. Easy enough. Styx is even starting to feel a little bit hopeful until-
Vrrrrrrm…
The floor begins vibrating below his boots. Then, the mechanical whirring of engines starting sounds through the thick metal walls.