ScrapYard Wars / SCRAPY

NO SURRENDER

McSkippster had always loved the vacuum of deep space and it amused him how life had pushed him towards mining asteroids and salvage, an ancient asteroid floated by, It was a place where he felt happy.

He was a deranged old industrialist, a cocoa drinker with grubby overalls and squat hands and a battered set of work armour.
His friends saw him as some old ancient dinosaur of a man but his instinct for finding rare artefacts and minerals was not to be disputed; he had spaced more than a few past crew who tried to steal and not earn their passage and bounty.

Skippy walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings.

The vacuum of space was an unforgiving master and most people didn’t survive a month working in these conditions let alone the 40 years he had been the captain of the Victory, a deep space salvage ship.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure in a matt black Eva suit and it was moving towards the ship, he could see a rifle, behind the figure appeared a corsair bristling with guns, Bounty Hunters, they were about to be boarded.
Skippy gulped. He was not prepared for Bounty Hunters today and with a hold full of salvage the crew could not afford to lose this month’s salvage, he reached for his mobiglass and pressed the general quarters alarm button.

The general quarters klaxon sounded throughout the ship and people rushed to suit up knowing this was no drill.
As Skippy stepped outside of his cabin, Ultron appeared on the view screen of his mobiglass, Captain the corsair is requesting we lower the shields and surrender our cargo, the view changed and a single suited figure could be seen, as the image zoomed in he could see a glint glint in the woman’s eye these were not Bounty hunters looking to collect some bounty on one of the crew members these were pirates.

“I am here because I want revenge,” the pirate bellowed, in a cold-blooded tone, “surrender your ship and cargo.
She slammed her fist against the airlock, with the force of sledgehammer “I fragging hate you, Skippy McSkippster.”
Skippy looked back, Harlock and the BFG were running up the corridor, they were armed and ready for a fight, surrender our cargo, not today he replied.

Skippy reached down and pressed another button, this time it said music, out of the speakers in the ships came a 20th century tune ride of the Valkyries, today was going to be an interesting day.

To be continued.
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