No Call. No Show.
Frack'em.
Breaking through the strong gravitational pull brought him hovering at a nice 300,000 feet from planet surface. Ship appeared on scanner. Right hand moved then hit the button above his pilot chair. Three items were shot from the shuttles discharge hatch into the cold vacuum of space instantly becoming out of site moving at insane speeds from being pulled into orbit on a collision course with the shuttle 2 minutes and 49 seconds away.
Throttle down. Racket pushed his ship as hard as she'd go throwing him around the opposite horizon of the planet. His eyes burned from staring at the bright light in the distance from the rising sun. Didn't stop the critter. Throttle stayed slammed while he clutched his right arm rest to stay in his seat. The minutes went by with uncertainty before the ship on his scanner came back into view. HAnd now clutched his comm as he touched the frequency designated to said shuttle with Identification codes #558879363883 . Nothing came back through the static.
Direct Hit
A fun little comm jammer had been within the scraps sent out. Nothing spoke louder than being on time. And Racket respected that in his toys. Bringing his ship in a wide arch his trajectory was set for head on collision with the ship. Throttle Down. Neither budged. Sweat touched his lips. Oh yeah. He'd Die For This!!! 20 Meters, 10 meters. The opposite ship banked hard loosing control and having to throttle down before entering the planets atmosphere any further. Bringing his cockpit in front of theirs a few seconds later allowed the opposite pilot to see RAcket's bare ass smeared on his windshield while he had his turrets set on the ship. Hands went into the air. Hatches and nastiness touched.
Boarding the craft took a few seconds but soon Racket had the pilot and single other crew member tied up. Right hand held blaster in pilots mouth. Twitchy finger. "You're going to give me a quick run down of everything you're hauling, when is your scheduled landing time, and your specific identification codes to planet side. AnSWeR Me YoU FRACK JOB Or HIS HeAD TaSTeS FIrE!!!!!!" Batter up, mofo! HOME RUN!! The pig squealed even with the pilots head shaking furiously at the young kid. Little fleshy seemed to think it would get him home alive. NOPE! Blaster fire licked the pilot's mouth splattering flesh on the wall before the young guys head explode just like the other guys.
"You FleshY's DiSGUST Me!!!" He kicked the limp bodies twice. Pulling hard all around the ship the fracking bodies took forever to slide. Then jam into waist hatch. Finally they were set. Running back to his own ship brought him infront of his toy. It was heavy but four antigravity bracers cargo movers from the EMpire cargo ship made life so much easier. Maneuvering of a few crates made his the last that would be found under a pile of other trade goods the ship was hauling.
Finger twitched across the screen in the Empires cockpit calling upon mindless clean up droids to take care of his mess after he had shot the bodies into the nasty waist land of an atmosphere below. A punch of a button on his gauntlet released the comm jammer.
"Come in #558879363883. Come in #558879363883. What is your status?"
"I hear you base. Had to jump out and do a hands on patch job on my starboard thrusters. Hit some dabree coming around Inysh. Permission to continue on route?"
"Granted. I'll send you your newly scheduled drop time."
Another click on his gauntlet turned his ships scanner cloaking devices on and locked up behind him. Thrusters full. Next Stop Atrisia.
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