– Four twenty-eight, four twenty-seven… – through the count, everyone heard the start of two huge engine rings, in the opposite direction, relative to each other. The steam pipes whirred, throwing hot air out and simultaneously gathering the necessary amount of heat to warm the ship's compartments during the flight.
Usually, at such moments, an experienced commander asks a control and encouraging question into the microphone installed in the flight cameras of each crew member. But, since Tomaka was not experienced, this function was taken over by Pythons.
Is everyone ready? What is it? – he asked. – "That's it, – Timba said first, and he didn't laugh out loud. – I'm ready, – the flight engineer said. – I'm ready, too, don't forget, – Vella said cheerfully, and giggled into the microphone. – Commander, let's go on a treasure hunt and adventure! – Pythons said jokingly.
– All right, let's go, let's try the alien planetary viands, – Tomaka said, trying to cheer up the crew.
– Food, this is for Trimon, he likes delicacies here. I'd rather have expensive stones or metals – Timba joked.
– The food should be right, not just the way you like it, all curls and twists, – Trimon said blankly.
– Guys, do not quarrel, the flight is just beginning, you will still have time to spoil each other's nerves, – Vella asked Timba and Trimon.
– Two seventeen, two sixteen … – time passes irrevocably, on the computer clock.
– We're not fighting, are we, Trimon? – Timba asked defensively, and laughed again.
– Yeah, the truth, but don't make it turn into a lie, – Timbe, the Trimon, said dryly.
– Trimon, after all, I love you…! All right, let's go, wake up, open the lyre and talk about life a little, – Timba said peaceably, to which he received no response from Trimon.
– Something, the commander is not heard? – Timba asked jokingly, having already forgotten about Trimon.
– Timba, you're showing a certain amount of love for Vella and Trimon, or even for me, and you're showing an unhealthy interest. Maybe he was born in the third race, where bisexual love is in the foreground, for the benefit of the mutual love of humanity, – Timba, Tomak's commander, retorted.
– I wonder if you love me, Timba? – Pythons asked, and somehow, with a ring in his voice, he laughed.