Robelia Renal
Today has really been dreadful.
A sudden strike just thirty minutes before departure? What are the StarFlight Company employees thinking?
And they won’t even refund the ticket fees!
With no idea when this strike will end, it’s the worst situation for those of us traveling on business.
The CEO and I absolutely must reach Planet Soarcul by tomorrow.
So we’re fortunate this charter cargo ship was available,
and that the pilot seems a reasonable sort.
I was surprised to learn he’s a Sumerian and his female come out because “that time of the month,”
but perhaps that’s a racial difference?
Or related to their diet?
Surely there can’t be any special secrets in this coffee, these sandwiches and cookies though.
Still, for him to be a beautiful, busty and talented cook – is that a taunt? A boast? A declaration of war against a perpetually single woman like myself?
If he were stuck as a gorgeous girl year-round, he’d definitely be an enemy.
These cookies are delicious though.
I should ask what brand they are.
Shaun Lyatt
Lunch was finished, the clients’ dishes cleared, and the voyage progressing smoothly.
When Ms. Renal asked about the cookie brand, I mentioned they were homemade, which for some reason put her in a foul mood.
Mr. Carzan reassured me I wasn’t to blame and not to worry about it, but I’m utterly baffled as to why she got upset.
In any case, the voyage continued smoothly until we exited hyperspace and simply had to reach the planet’s surface.
We’d finally completed half the journey’s distance.
I toggled on the mic to address the passengers.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be exiting hyperspace shortly, so please remain seated just in case.”
I gripped the control stick and disengaged the autopilot.
“Initiating hyperspace exit. Countdown: 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1!”
In that instant, the warped hyperspace transitioned back to normal space, Planet Soarcul appearing ahead.
“Hyperspace exit complete. Resuming normal flight path.”
With the planet nearby, standard procedure is simply to pilot directly to Soarcul’s spaceport from here.
But half the journey’s dangers often occur during this phase, which is why I warned against complacency earlier.
We ultimately arrived at Soarcul’s spaceport without incident.
This “spaceport” is technically a harbor colony designed to accommodate docking spacecraft.
While ships can descend to the planet’s surface, the atmospheric entry burns extra fuel unnecessarily unless there’s a compelling reason, so using the spaceport is typical practice.
I toggled on the comm switch.
“Control tower, this is registered SEC201103, the cargo ship White Cargo requesting docking permission.”
But there’s no reply.
No response from Soarcul Control.
“Repeating, Control Tower this is SEC201103, White Cargo requesting docking permission.”
Instead of a voice reply, the monitor displayed the soles of someone’s boots.
Only one person at Soarcul Control Tower would pull a stunt like this with me.
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Futti Orgudo Pauldal
I’m Futti Orgudo Pauldal,
a control officer working at the Soarcul Control Tower.
The boots propped up on the console next to me belong to my co-worker Teval Wiggles.
He’s an incorrigible womanizer whose work performance is wildly inconsistent, depending entirely on whether he’s hitting on someone at the moment.
Which is precisely what’s happening now.
“This is Control. For reasons too complicated to explain, we cannot permit docking or berthing for the next three hours. Hold position and await further instructions.”
Teval always hassles any guy he thinks might be competition for female attention.
The owner and pilot of the White Cargo that just contacted us, Shaun Lyatt, definitely has the looks that would make Teval jealous.
Hence the bogus delay he just issued.
[I can’t see any legitimate reasons to deny us]
Yeah, he’s totally on edge.
Teval clearly isn’t happy about the runaround.
“You pesky gnat! You will comply with the control officer’s inst…ruc…tions…”
Teval trailed off as he finally noticed the shift in Shaun’s voice and appearance.
Flustered, he scrambled to straighten his uniform.
“I’ll use this chance to clear a docking berth for you.”
Teval Wiggles
What’s going on here?
Why is such a gorgeous beauty aboard that feckless wimp Shaun’s ship?
Shaun, you miraculously found my ideal woman as your co-pilot!
I’ll give you a backhanded compliment for once!
Starting tomorrow, she and I will be life partners!
I swiftly tidy my appearance and plaster on my most winning smile.
“A pleasure to meet you, beautiful lady. I’m Teval Wiggles, one of this planet’s control officers. Don’t listen to that milksop – leave his ship at once and let me sweeten your life!”
[Who does that, you fucking idiot? Get on with it and tell me what port clearance and available anchorages you have!]
What was that hostility for, on our very first meeting?
Surely my handsome face would captivate any woman!
As I pondered this, my idiotic co-worker Futti shoved me aside.
“White Cargo, you are cleared to dock at Berth 37, it’s currently open. Please proceed there.”
“Thanks Futti, I really appreciate it.”
“No problem, I’ll take you out for a drink later.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
And then Futti just cut communications while she was still warmly chatting with that woman!
“You bastard! How dare you just disconnect my future soulmate like that, interrupting our sweet exchange! And how do you two know each other anyway?!”
“Relax, she can’t stand you.”
“But I just met her! Why would she dislike me already?!”
Futti then pulled up the personnel file for that shipping operator Shaun.
“This is the file on Shaun Lyatt, the guy you’ve been messing with. Take a good look.”
The hologram initially showed that weedy guy,
but when Futti touched the display it shifted to the beautiful woman.
“What?!”
“Shaun Lyatt is a Sumerian. In other words, the scrawny ‘milksop’ and your ‘future soulmate’ are one and the same person.”
I couldn’t believe it at first,
but now that he mentioned it, they did have the same hair and eye color.
And no other woman appeared on the monitor aside from her.
“Damn it all!!!”
Grasping the truth, I could only cry out in anguished realization.
Futti Orgudo Pauldal
Teval’s outburst echoed through the control tower.
“What’s with you yelling like a raving idiot?”
Futti quickly shut the idiot up, but ended up being glared at by those around him.
“You knew about it, didn’t you?”
“That Shaun-Lyatt is Sumerian?”
“Yeah.”
The idiot asked with a serious expression.
Simply asking that question itself was grounds for disqualification as an air traffic controller.
“Unlike you, I actually looked through the registration list.”
“You cheater! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“It’s common knowledge.”
Frankly, it’s a mystery why this guy is working as an air traffic controller.
He probably only got this job at the spaceport because his uncle is an important person here, but an air traffic controller who requires delicate handling is the last thing needed.
Though maybe his reason was to meet the beautiful female communication officers.
“Alright! Let’s go get compensation!”
“Compensation?”
He started saying stupid things again.
“Who are you trying to get compensation from and for what?”
“From the white bean sprout Shaun, obviously! For hiding that he could become such a beauty until now, traumatizing my heart!”
“How much are you trying to claim?”
It was a stupid demand, but I asked out of curiosity.
“To have her as my exclusive personal maid in my room, of course!”
It was a result that made me regret asking.
“So I’m going to go demand it from her.”
“I see. So you’re saying you’re going to skip work?”
The voice I heard from behind me belonged to Elzeria-Coleman, our boss and the chief air traffic control supervisor.
“B-Boss…”
“Teval-Wiggles. Considering the amount of complaints against you, it’s only a matter of time before you face a disciplinary committee. But it seems you want to add an unauthorized absence on top of that?”
“No…well…”
Supervisor Coleman is a capable career woman who maintains a youthful beauty that belies her apparent age in her forties.
I’ve heard she has a college-aged daughter and is often mistaken for her sister.
She’s apparently acquainted with this idiot’s uncle, and was likely transferred here to supervise him after he started causing problems.
Probably because anyone else would go easy on him out of deference to his uncle.
She’s strict with others, but even stricter with herself, while also taking good care of her subordinates. As a result, she’s admired across all departments, with some saying she even has a fan club.
I’m also a fan of hers, for that matter.
“If you don’t want to face it, then get back to work!”
“Yes ma’am!”
I instinctively responded as well.
More than anything, what made her famous is her nickname “The Avenger” for mercilessly punishing those who don’t take their jobs seriously.
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