Adventure Obsession: "One Hell of a Ride" - Part One
Tabatha Jo's midlife crash was supposed to end with red wine, regret, and possibly a sassy obituary. Instead? Aliens. Stasis pod. And after a million years of interstellar beauty sleep, she wakes up genetically upgraded, scandalously rich, and in command of a starship run by
Madam Silky
, a
sentient soul
with the sass of RuPaul and the strategic firepower of a galactic warlord. Silky doesn't run systems-she runs destinies, preferably with glitter.
Her crew? Peak chaos with matching emotional damage:
A shapeshifting dragon engineer
caffeinated, sarcastic, and constantly threatening to rewire reality
A taser-happy doctor
whose "healing" includes electrical charges and emotional shade
A pilot
who flies like a god and deflects feelings like it's a sport
St'Racika
,
Troubluar Princess
, battle beast, and Tabatha's best friend-she's royalty, she's dangerous, and she will absolutely duel you over brunch
A black market queen
who networks like the galactic LinkedIn goddess she is
A puzzle-obsessed navigator
who flirts via escape room metaphors and quantum riddles
A historian
who won't stop quoting obscure footnotes during actual firefights
A diplomat
armed with soothing tea, a terrifying smile, and passive-aggression leveled for war crimes
Zyrax
, warrior of Xylora, soul-welded to the mission, sword-wielding prophet fanboy, and fully signed on for interstellar salvation. Tabatha isn't just his goddess-she's the reason he woke up serious. His glare has its own gravitational pull.
Caden
, her second-in-command and secret romantic wreck. Loyal, brilliant, and silently longing. He's organized, emotionally imploding, and probably writing poetry no one will ever see.
Warlord Throm
-a tyrant, a romantic menace, and the embodiment of "NO means negotiate." He's obsessed with making Tabatha his queen and treats her rejection like an interstellar love game. She'd rather gargle asteroid dust.
The
Ra'Grerkas brothers
:
Makus
Romakaus
Hadius
, and
Sterkaus
-telepathic archaeologists with relics in their hands and desire in their hearts. They dig up ancient truths and romantic tension in equal measure.
Atlantean secrets with dramatic flair, cursed objects, and forbidden kisses in zero gravity? Absolutely.
Banter sharp enough to cut, a reverse harem hotter than plasma fire, and suitors with zero concept of chill.
This isn't just a comeback-it's
menopause-meets-mayhem
, with lasers, loyalty, and cosmic thirst.
Treasure hunts, psychic suitors, star-crossed love triangles (hexagons?), and one captain with zero patience for nonsense-this is one hell of a ride.