“Hey Gene! Stop lazing around and get to sorting ya lazy bastard,” was heard over the ship’s comms. It was the booming voice of Sam Landers, captain of the Junker salvager Lady Lust. He continued, “I swear, you keep this up an I’ll throw you outta this heap during re-entry.”
“Yeah, yeah I hear you. Can you really blame me though? We haven’t found any good tech in weeks.” Said Gene
“Well don’t fret. Today we’re going to the secret spot I’ve been telling you about.”
“You mean it?”
“Now when have I ever lied to you…On second thought, scratch that last question. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Darkness passed over the Lady Lust as the sun was eclipsed by Planet Pittsburgh in the distance. “Now get picking Gene, we don’ wanna attract to much attention to this spot.” Gene pulled his helmet on and headed for the undercarriage airlock. The whoosh of oxygen streamed past him as the airlock doors opened. Gene climbed up the ladder and found his way to the scrap collector’s cockpit.
“He’d better be right about this spot,” Gene muttered to himself.
Three glowing objects appeared in the corner of Gene’s eye.
"Hey Sam I think I found something to make this trip worthwhile!"
Three small nomad ships were drifting in space. Not one showed any signs of activity. “Hey Sam, check camera 005-A,”Said Gene.
“What the ‘ell are those?”
“Don’t you read the tabloids? These look like nomad ships.”
“Nomads eh? Bring em aboard, they could be worth a bit.”
“I’m not touching the things ya crazy old bastard!”
A sense of paranoia suddenly overtook the crew of the Lady Lust. “Seriously Sam, I don’t like this at all. Let’s get out of here.”
“Quit yer cryin. They ain’t even...” Sam was cut off by blaster fire hitting the Lady Lust.”…movin”
“Damn it! They tore a hole right through the ship!”
More shots were fired at the Lady Lust. The Main deck was breached and depressurized. Most of the crew shot through the hole and suffered the horrors of death in space. Their frozen remains drifted in space. The nomad ships were moving in rapidly around the Salvager.
In an attempt to contain the hull breach, Gene used the scrap picker to beat drifting metal into the holes. The white-hot metal edges fused to the scrap like a bandage. A salvo of nomad fire hit the bridge of the Lady Lust, making it unrecognizable.
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