The battered Roc glided soundlessly into the Shasta docking bay. A crew of technicians was on standby to attend to the wounded bird, waiting outside in a pressurized corridor for the ship to land, the docking door to close, and the compartment to re-pressurize.
Once that was done, and the technicians started to approach the Roc, the pilot appeared from the cockpit. He jumped down with the grace of a retarded gorilla and examined his ship through goggled eyes. He was in his late-forties, with the shabby appearance of a hobo and a posture which suggested a relaxed person. He stared at the scorch-marks, the small pieces of the shrapnel. And then the large. A Buckshot, blasted from a Bounty Hunter, had slammed into his Snack. The barrel of his weapon was now deformed, and feared firing it now would most likely destroy half the station.
He lifted up his goggles, and sighed. 'Bugga.'
A technician fast approached, holding a data-pad in one hand with an electronic pencil in the other, offering it to the pilot to sign something on the data-pad. ''s going to be at least a day before this bird flies again, let alone in fighting condition. Sign here for the repairs.' The pilot signed without delay.
'A'right. Where can I find tha nearest place to get a drink 'n' a bed?'
'Try Club Discordia for drinks. You can't miss it.'
'Ta. Try 'n' get tha job done quickly. Those minas don't tax themselves.' Roger Claymore chuckled to himself, and then walked toward the corridor system of the station.
* * *
Ten minutes later, Roger was standing at the bar watching the dancing girls with his drink, a classic Sidewinder Fang. They reminded him how long it had been since he had actually been in a serious relationship. Not just about the sex, but with another, deeper connection...
He pushed those thoughts away and allowed the music to penetrate him fully, lost to the rhythm of an exotic song who's name he would never know.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
