A Chance Encounter of the Worst Kind.

[Gamazson]

High Orbit Planet Junyo
Shikoku Syetem

The blue maelstrom of lights came to spectacular end as the Submissive Mistress exited the trade lane. Michelle had always had a thing for colour, part of the reason she loved Kusari so much. Looking up expecting to see the beautiful orange gold of planet Seto. Michelle's gaze is immediately averted by one of the fattest men she had ever seen. Normally she would have just averted her gaze, but it was rather difficult considering the body was caught on a lip above the window.

"You know what the space craft industry could use to learn from the automotive industry?"

Vaan, her co-pilot was a bit squeamish it seemed. For all his talk about what he liked to do with women he didn't seem to handle looking at the dead very well. Hypocrite. Michelle would have expected better from a former Hogosha. Taking the opportunity to look away from the window he utters a lame one word response.

"What?"

"Windshield wipers. DSE, Kishro, Daumann....all of them need to start putting windshield wipers on ships. I can't just flip a switch and get rid of that" she points and the obese blob. "You are going to have to go out there and get it off"

"Why me? I've been in the Union longer then you. I got the gaddarn seniority."

"SENIORITY!" Michelle laughed, "Look there are only 3 people awake on this tub. Me, you, and Howard down in engine room. He is most likely drunk and is too far away anyway. That leaves you and me, and I am the only one who is armed with something other then a stunprod." Michelle pats her big nasty gun on her hip.

"Frak you. You wouldn't dare" almost as his sentence finished Michelle had her weapon un-holstered and pressed directly in the center of Vaan's crotch.

"Try me" Michelle winks

"You are one crazy physco..........." Vaan trails off from his sentence as Michelle begins to raise her weapon eye level. "Ok I will frakin do it"

"Gooood boy" Michelle pats Vaan on the head as he gets up.

While van was in the back closet fumbling with a zero-g suit Michelle checked her sensor board. There was allot of debris out there. A great deal of loot too, but nothing that exceeded the value of the heads downstairs. A quick blip caught her eye. A survivors ship lying low, probably waiting for backup from the law. Too bad for them there was an explosion minutes earlier at Fuchu prison. Law and BHG were a little pre-occupied.

Six life signs aboard, smaller ship, looks like Ravens talon. That thing had to be cramped. That also meant the pilot would not be able to fly very well. Hehe. Time to make some favor with the boss and maximize their profits a little. Reaching for the control board Michelle fires the forward thrusters causing the Mistress to take a great lurch backwards. She then immediately hit an upper thruster pitching the nose of the ship down and followed up by throwing the accelerator all the way forward.

This quick maneuver dislodged the fat man and sent Vaan rolling across the deck with his suit half on.

"Got it never mind." Michelle smiled "Quit frakin around! We have work to do."

Hehe poor bastards, today wasn't their day and tomorrow wasn't looking good either.

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AKA Nexus