beyond a prank. This was a serious assault!
"Didn't
anyone teach you to share bitch?" Digs growled, cutting at her
lashings.
"Why you bastard! I never thought
you'd turn jack!" she snarled, trying to fight Digs off. He caught her one
freed waldo and held it. They drifted closer. She could see him in his cockpit.
He smiled his greasy smile and touched the boom mike in front of his mouth.
"Now now, don't be rude. There is
more than enough here for the both of us."
"Bullshit! You know I found it fair
and square! Go get your own!" she snarled, struggling.
He tss tss'd her mockingly and kept the
tug pinned. "Stalemate. And from the looks of it, you've used up a lot of
your juice finding all those nice bits."
She glared, red eyes flashing dangerously.
"You pirate!"
"Now no need to be rude!" he
mocked, grinning. He licked his lips. This was going to be fun he thought. He
was tempted to draw it out, tempted to make her suffer a bit. But he reminded
himself that if he did it made it more dangerous, yes the danger was fun, but
the possible exposure wasn't. If one of her radio signals got to the wrong
person he'd be in trouble.
"So now what? You think you can get
me to just let you rob me?" the girl snarled. "Just like that?"
She felt a sinking heart. There was no way he could afford to let her live. Was
he even going to bother with trying to bribe her? No certainly not. The old saw
about dead men telling no tales ran through her mind. It equally applied to
women she realized. A woman like her, she thought frantically, trying to think
of what she could do to turn the odds in her favor.
"Oh, I know it won't go down like
that. Pity, you are a looker. But well..." Digger smiled nastily as he
moved his controls. A third arm moved up, a dick arm they called it. Her eyes
narrowed in disgust for a brief moment as she puzzled at what he was up to.
When she saw the glint of the broken drill bit on the tip her eyes widened in
fright.
"Digs!" her shocked high pitch
voice screamed over the radio.
"Yes it's a bit worn and clichéd, but
it'll do the job," he said, moving the drill bit into position. “A little
stuck up chit like you should be honored,” he said with a nasty grin in his
voice. She'd been a late bloomer, flat chested until all of a month or so ago.
She was still short like her mother. Sort of a blue fuzzed younger version of
the gambling prostitute. His brother Edgar had been taken with her for some
reason, taking care of her when her mother was turning tricks or getting
herself indebted to someone or other.
The girl hastily put her gloves and helmet
on. Her teeth tore at the seal binding her left glove to her arm gauntlet. Why
of all times did it have to choose now to be stubborn? She felt a rush as the
light on her arm turned green. She reached up and slapped down her visor and
closed off her life support. She emptied the cabin as the bit began to spin,
feeling the fan in her suit spin up to get rid of the sweat and excess heat
she'd generated in her haste. She slapped at her harness release and then
climbed out of the chair as the bit broke through her cockpit window and the
remaining air rushed out.
Had she been in anything other than her
venerated and much cursed upon orange hard suit she would have had the bends,
crushed by the sudden vacuum. Instead she'd been thrown about the cabin before
she'd gotten to the hatch and plasma cutter she'd stowed there.
"Two can play at that game", she
muttered darkly, while reaching for the tools.
Digs hadn't gotten a good view of her
supposed demise; the cock arm had obscured his view. When he noted the
breaching gases he gave it a minute, popping a bulb of homemade white
lightening in celebration. He smiled a gape toothed grin. His gamble had paid
off. Instead of trying to follow the little bitch, he'd let her do all the work
for him. He couldn't wait for the pay off when he got back to port.
It wasn't nice, he knew, but he just
didn't care. They needed all the people they
"Didn't
anyone teach you to share bitch?" Digs growled, cutting at her
lashings.
"Why you bastard! I never thought
you'd turn jack!" she snarled, trying to fight Digs off. He caught her one
freed waldo and held it. They drifted closer. She could see him in his cockpit.
He smiled his greasy smile and touched the boom mike in front of his mouth.
"Now now, don't be rude. There is
more than enough here for the both of us."
"Bullshit! You know I found it fair
and square! Go get your own!" she snarled, struggling.
He tss tss'd her mockingly and kept the
tug pinned. "Stalemate. And from the looks of it, you've used up a lot of
your juice finding all those nice bits."
She glared, red eyes flashing dangerously.
"You pirate!"
"Now no need to be rude!" he
mocked, grinning. He licked his lips. This was going to be fun he thought. He
was tempted to draw it out, tempted to make her suffer a bit. But he reminded
himself that if he did it made it more dangerous, yes the danger was fun, but
the possible exposure wasn't. If one of her radio signals got to the wrong
person he'd be in trouble.
"So now what? You think you can get
me to just let you rob me?" the girl snarled. "Just like that?"
She felt a sinking heart. There was no way he could afford to let her live. Was
he even going to bother with trying to bribe her? No certainly not. The old saw
about dead men telling no tales ran through her mind. It equally applied to
women she realized. A woman like her, she thought frantically, trying to think
of what she could do to turn the odds in her favor.
"Oh, I know it won't go down like
that. Pity, you are a looker. But well..." Digger smiled nastily as he
moved his controls. A third arm moved up, a dick arm they called it. Her eyes
narrowed in disgust for a brief moment as she puzzled at what he was up to.
When she saw the glint of the broken drill bit on the tip her eyes widened in
fright.
"Digs!" her shocked high pitch
voice screamed over the radio.
"Yes it's a bit worn and clichéd, but
it'll do the job," he said, moving the drill bit into position. “A little
stuck up chit like you should be honored,” he said with a nasty grin in his
voice. She'd been a late bloomer, flat chested until all of a month or so ago.
She was still short like her mother. Sort of a blue fuzzed younger version of
the gambling prostitute. His brother Edgar had been taken with her for some
reason, taking care of her when her mother was turning tricks or getting
herself indebted to someone or other.
The girl hastily put her gloves and helmet
on. Her teeth tore at the seal binding her left glove to her arm gauntlet. Why
of all times did it have to choose now to be stubborn? She felt a rush as the
light on her arm turned green. She reached up and slapped down her visor and
closed off her life support. She emptied the cabin as the bit began to spin,
feeling the fan in her suit spin up to get rid of the sweat and excess heat
she'd generated in her haste. She slapped at her harness release and then
climbed out of the chair as the bit broke through her cockpit window and the
remaining air rushed out.
Had she been in anything other than her
venerated and much cursed upon orange hard suit she would have had the bends,
crushed by the sudden vacuum. Instead she'd been thrown about the cabin before
she'd gotten to the hatch and plasma cutter she'd stowed there.
"Two can play at that game", she
muttered darkly, while reaching for the tools.
Digs hadn't gotten a good view of her
supposed demise; the cock arm had obscured his view. When he noted the
breaching gases he gave it a minute, popping a bulb of homemade white
lightening in celebration. He smiled a gape toothed grin. His gamble had paid
off. Instead of trying to follow the little bitch, he'd let her do all the work
for him. He couldn't wait for the pay off when he got back to port.
It wasn't nice, he knew, but he just
didn't care. They needed all the people they
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