Zelvira is fed up with being Number Two on a two-person starship. The Antares-class was meant to have a crew of several dozen, along with a couple of starbrigades of marines for close defence. Well, Geramu and Zelvira have enough weaponry to zap a supernova, thank you, so nobody with multiple braincells is going to take them on any time soon. Flying the dratted thing is another question entirely. Geramu just sits there, barking out what she assumes are plausible orders, while Zelvira dashes about the control consoles, trying to make sense of them. She could mutiny, of course. That's a perfectly functional raygun at her hip... But with Geramu locked up, in some isolated square mile of the starship's lower levels, Zelvira would still be doing all of the work AND she'd have to make the meals, too. Geramu must be the only person in the galaxy who knows how to make Galacto-Grub (regd.) taste like genuine food. Maybe, she really does earn her keep. I'd seen the "Antares" starship in lots of excellent pictures, but I had never realised the truly stunning extent of it, or the level of detail. This is a WIP, as I want to populate the Antares set with lots of figures, but the idea of a vast starship being run by one hard-working individual and one lazy one led me to this.