Excerpt: Teegra

Miquelon was busy, Siyxe found, and it took some convincing to gain a private audience with him.
“He's not to be disturbed!” Seed said again, propping himself comfortably in the doorway to the Captain's quarters.
“Come on, Seed! This is important!”
“Then tell me, and I'll make sure he gets the message.”
“The information is too important for this!”
“You're a musician, you're not even part of the crew proper! What kinda information could you possibly have that would interest the Captain on a life- and- death level!”
“It's about the pursuing ship, Seed.”
Seed looked at him dubiously. “Really? You think your eyes can see something that mine didn't?”
Siyxe paused. Seed was the last person he wanted to tell the pursuing ship might have a connection with Teegra. “I … know things.”
“Ah, great, so do I. The sky is blue, the ocean is deep, and you are dismissed.”
“But-”
“Go!”
“Seed?”
Seed popped up to an alert position one moment before Miquelon opened the door from within. “Yes, Captain, I was just trying to clear the deck of rabble- rousers.” He looked at Siyxe. “You! Get!”
“Siyxe, what are you-”
“I have information about the pursuing ship!” Siyxe said quickly, before Seed had a chance to intercede.
“Out of the way, Seed!” Yann came up from behind Syixe and gave him a hearty push into Miq's quarters. Siyxe looked back to see Yann slam the door closed on Seed's sneering face.
“What's going on?” Miquelon asked, confused.