The Galactic Brew and the Unexpected Visitor

Previously

…“Bartholomew,” Zorp commanded, their voice sharp and clear, “prepare for component disengagement. Barnaby, secure the Lumina V. We have a ship to fix, and a patrol to evade.” Bartholomew emitted a series of reluctant clicks and whirs. “Fine. But if any of my internal mechanisms are permanently compromised, I expect compensation in the form of premium fig rolls. And I will be filing a formal complaint with the Intergalactic Confectionery Guild.” Barnaby just smiled, a genuine, if slightly frantic, smile. The adventure had truly begun. And it all started with a cup of tea, a broken ship, and a very, very grumpy biscuit dispenser.