had, but Senka was a kill or be
killed kind of place these days. Besides the stuck up bitch deserved it,
thinking she was all that. She'd spurned his advances each time she'd been in
port even when he'd loaned her effing mother money. Stupid. Her mother wasn't
that good a lay either! He'd had her plenty of times and she'd only gotten
worse over the years. The last time she'd just laid there like a dead thing.
He'd had more fun out of his rosy palm and a gig of porn.
When he was sure her cabin was purged he
pulled the bit out and moved the arm. No sense destroying the tug, after all,
it too was salvageable. He'd make a mint off that, far more than the bits the
girl had found. There were the right people out there who were desperate enough
not to ask too many questions. He didn't even have to make it look like a meteorite
strike this time either!
The arm jerked, hung up. He swore,
pounding on the controls and then jigging it. “Come on baby,” he muttered. “I
promise an overhaul when we're done...” he vowed, knowing he'd forget it in
port. He knew it; he knew the first place he'd go once his cargo was settled
was the bar.
The arm moved once more just as he took a
second sip and he sputtered at the empty sight of the cockpit. He wiped at his
mouth with the back of his hand and then used a rag to clean up the mess. Damn
it! Where the hell did she go? “Why do you have to make this so difficult? Just
die already!" he snarled.
"You first," came over the radio
just as something cut into his hull. He looked up when he felt sudden heat
above and then screamed as plasma boiled there. The plasma of course was sucked
out by the vacuum as his cabin breached.
The girl had been smart, she'd cut along
the seam to the window where it could not only be repaired, but where it was
weakest. She grinned savagely as she watched the air and bits stream out of the
cabin. When a finger stuck through the hole she snickered and cut it off and
then cut a few more holes for good measure.
He started to babble and scream into the
radio. She ignored it, smiling savagely as she went about her grim work. She
could hear him pant, try to breath, try to stay alive as the heat and air
boiled out of his cabin. The bastard deserved it she thought.
Digs unlike her wasn't in a suit, and with
his finger stuck in a hole he wasn't about to get into one. For good measure
she went over to the lock and unlocked it. It swung open and his lifeless body
drifted into the opening.
She stared into his boiling eyes and
gaping mouth, watching the water vapor crystallize around him for a long
moment. “Good bye... Dad.” She wanted to kick him. Instead she reached down and
hauled his carcass up and out of the cabin and into the darkness of the void.
She hesitated. After a moment she lashed
it to the ship's hull. "Waste not after all," she murmured. She was
sure she could find recyclers in Port town eager for more biomass. Digs was
just the right pile of shit to hand off to them with her compliments.
...*...*...*...*...
A few hours later she'd patched the window
with the bit from Dig's drill. It wasn't pretty but it'd hold until she got to
port. Just to be sure she'd planned on spending the trip in her suit, leaving
the cabin decompressed. It would be an itchy five day trip but she could manage
it. She'd treat herself to a two minute shower when she got home. No, make it a
four minute shower. It'd cost a lot but she could afford it now. She'd vampired
his tug to be sure, though it wasn't like he needed it anymore. Just to be on
the safe side she'd marked the wreck for later retrieval. After all, it was now
salvage. Salvage she would need if mom had gotten around Felix somehow. She
better not have though, Mairi thought with a growl.
Whistling a jaunty tune she headed for port with uplifted spirits.
The end... for now.
A Matter of Breeding
Note: this story takes place during the first 10 chapters
of Jethro, First to Fight.
An
explosion of light and
killed kind of place these days. Besides the stuck up bitch deserved it,
thinking she was all that. She'd spurned his advances each time she'd been in
port even when he'd loaned her effing mother money. Stupid. Her mother wasn't
that good a lay either! He'd had her plenty of times and she'd only gotten
worse over the years. The last time she'd just laid there like a dead thing.
He'd had more fun out of his rosy palm and a gig of porn.
When he was sure her cabin was purged he
pulled the bit out and moved the arm. No sense destroying the tug, after all,
it too was salvageable. He'd make a mint off that, far more than the bits the
girl had found. There were the right people out there who were desperate enough
not to ask too many questions. He didn't even have to make it look like a meteorite
strike this time either!
The arm jerked, hung up. He swore,
pounding on the controls and then jigging it. “Come on baby,” he muttered. “I
promise an overhaul when we're done...” he vowed, knowing he'd forget it in
port. He knew it; he knew the first place he'd go once his cargo was settled
was the bar.
The arm moved once more just as he took a
second sip and he sputtered at the empty sight of the cockpit. He wiped at his
mouth with the back of his hand and then used a rag to clean up the mess. Damn
it! Where the hell did she go? “Why do you have to make this so difficult? Just
die already!" he snarled.
"You first," came over the radio
just as something cut into his hull. He looked up when he felt sudden heat
above and then screamed as plasma boiled there. The plasma of course was sucked
out by the vacuum as his cabin breached.
The girl had been smart, she'd cut along
the seam to the window where it could not only be repaired, but where it was
weakest. She grinned savagely as she watched the air and bits stream out of the
cabin. When a finger stuck through the hole she snickered and cut it off and
then cut a few more holes for good measure.
He started to babble and scream into the
radio. She ignored it, smiling savagely as she went about her grim work. She
could hear him pant, try to breath, try to stay alive as the heat and air
boiled out of his cabin. The bastard deserved it she thought.
Digs unlike her wasn't in a suit, and with
his finger stuck in a hole he wasn't about to get into one. For good measure
she went over to the lock and unlocked it. It swung open and his lifeless body
drifted into the opening.
She stared into his boiling eyes and
gaping mouth, watching the water vapor crystallize around him for a long
moment. “Good bye... Dad.” She wanted to kick him. Instead she reached down and
hauled his carcass up and out of the cabin and into the darkness of the void.
She hesitated. After a moment she lashed
it to the ship's hull. "Waste not after all," she murmured. She was
sure she could find recyclers in Port town eager for more biomass. Digs was
just the right pile of shit to hand off to them with her compliments.
...*...*...*...*...
A few hours later she'd patched the window
with the bit from Dig's drill. It wasn't pretty but it'd hold until she got to
port. Just to be sure she'd planned on spending the trip in her suit, leaving
the cabin decompressed. It would be an itchy five day trip but she could manage
it. She'd treat herself to a two minute shower when she got home. No, make it a
four minute shower. It'd cost a lot but she could afford it now. She'd vampired
his tug to be sure, though it wasn't like he needed it anymore. Just to be on
the safe side she'd marked the wreck for later retrieval. After all, it was now
salvage. Salvage she would need if mom had gotten around Felix somehow. She
better not have though, Mairi thought with a growl.
Whistling a jaunty tune she headed for port with uplifted spirits.
The end... for now.
A Matter of Breeding
Note: this story takes place during the first 10 chapters
of Jethro, First to Fight.
An
explosion of light and
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