Styx

"Haaah, haaah..." A fat bead of sweat rolls down the side of Styx's face. Her skin feels sticky. Damn these stuffy air vents! She's practically slipping and sliding through the tight channels from how sweaty she's gotten. But it was the only way in, so she's gotta deal with it. After taking a deep breath, she crawls forward.
Left, then right. She can picture the layout of the spaceship perfectly in her mind. Her mission? Burglary. Intel said this ship's captain, some broad or douche or whatever named jij, 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 her from behind. She knocks her head against the top of the air vent. Her sensitive cat ears flatten against her 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. She 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 her handy screwdriver (good thing she'd remembered to bring that), she falls with a loud CRASH! into what appears to be the ship's storage room.
Dust kicks up all around her. 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 her 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 her boots. Then, the mechanical whirring of engines starting sounds through the thick metal walls.
"Shit! Just my luck..."
The ship is taking off. With Styx as its new stowaway.
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